'Clank, clank.'

A strange sound came from the lounge.

The stewardess pushed a small cart and walked over with a smile on her face.

The pale light shone on her face, and you felt a strange bluish tinge on her fair cheeks, extremely eerie.

'Welcome to the Qingqing Grassland. This is your dinner. Please enjoy it to the fullest. Remember, no fighting on the plane!'

You shivered and only then noticed the huge grass cake on the stewardess's cart.

It had about three layers, each ten centimeters tall.

The fragrance of grass wafted over.

'Where did the people who were just taken away go?'

You spoke up in the silence.

'How can we leave?'

'Are we never going back?'

When this question was asked, everyone stopped what they were doing and nervously looked at the stewardess.

The stewardess smiled and didn't answer your questions. 'Please enjoy it and don't waste the food!'

Her answer didn't satisfy you, and you all wanted to grab hold of the stewardess and demand answers.

But she slipped away like a slippery eel, and in the blink of an eye, she returned to her lounge and locked the door heavily.

'What about those jewels!'

Screams rang out, and you all realized that the jewels you were just fighting over had turned dark, as if they had lost their vitality, becoming pitch black.

Trembling, you reached out to touch them.

However, in the instant your hand reached out, the jewels instantly turned into black ashes, raising a cloud of black dust.

'Bastards!'

'We've been tricked!'

The jewels were a scam, the main purpose being to lure you into eating the grass.

Those who realized this began clawing at their throats, trying to vomit, but not a trace of grass came out.

The cabin finally quieted down.

The window shades were opened.

The dazzling sunlight poured into the cabin.

The plane continued to move forward, piercing through the clouds, with the boundless blue sky in view.

Once you confirmed that the plane was still in flight, you all completely lost hope, sitting futilely in your seats.

At this moment, a mechanical voice came over the intercom: 'Please cooperate and finish all the food. The Qingqing Grassland doesn't like wasteful children!'

Finally, you understood that the grass cake in front of you had to be eaten clean.

'Fuck!' A man broke down and shouted, 'What if I refuse to eat? Just kill me! If you have the guts, kill me!'

Black tentacles spread from the ground, grabbed the man's feet, and swiftly dragged him into the ground.

The air still carried the echoes of the man's screams.

'Creak, creak.'

You faintly heard chewing sounds.