The Demon’s Menu

"Jason, are you sure you’re a writer?"

"Of course!"

"I wrote ’Cross Street Tracker’!"

"You even read it!"

Jason answered without looking up.

Hearing this, a surge of energy rose naturally from the depths of John’s heart, wanting to burst forth.

"Do you know why you’ve only written one moderately okay book in a small scope for ten years and never reached bestseller level?"

"Why?"

Jason asked subconsciously.

"Believe me, art comes from life!"

"When you make yourself the protagonist—that name ’Jason’ will become an indelible symbol."

John said earnestly.

"Is that so?"

Jason muttered, and then his clenched fist smashed out again.

The scent in his nose grew even more decadent!

He was impatient!

Bang!

Another punch was thrown, and this time with the sound of crumbling cement, the door to the secret passage was smashed open.

Jason looked inside to make sure there was no danger, then reached out and grabbed the hole that had been smashed open, and then he exerted strength in his arm.

Instantly, a piece of cement as big as a round table was lifted by Jason.

Then, he tossed it aside casually.

Thud!

John felt the ground tremble several times.

Seeing the huge piece of cement, a twitch crossed John’s eyes.

He was assessing Jason’s strength.

And then, he made up his mind on the spot: never engage in close combat with Jason.

He must keep a distance and resolve the situation with firearms.

Then, he thought of Jason’s fists that had been smashing the cement floor without any harm.

Immediately, he added another point: use armor-piercing bullets.

Thinking thus, John couldn’t help but speak out.

"Have you heard of ’Tracker’?"

Tracker, a term circulated within some top-notch underground organizations.

But for the average person, they only knew another name: Punisher!

"No."

Jason shook his head.

He truly hadn’t heard of it.

Moreover, his attention had already been drawn to the underground chamber.

A straight ladder stood in front of him.

Thick dust covered it, but some parts of the horizontal bars on either side were as clean as new.

Seeing this, Jason immediately imagined someone climbing the ladder and leaving this place not long ago!

The timing couldn’t have been too long ago, no more than a day.

In fact, within just a few hours!

"Who could it be?"

Jason murmured, not taking the ladder but instead jumping down and landing steadily below.

The height was no more than 3 meters, which to Jason was about the same as stepping down a stair.

Using the light from above, Jason, with his acute senses, instantly took in the entire chamber below.

The chamber was about the size of a basketball court.

The surrounding walls were smooth with no extra furnishings, except for a tall statue positioned right in the middle!

The scales were clear, coiling serpentine, and it was, unmistakably, a snake.

Only...

This snake had two heads!

The two heads extended from the body arrayed like a formation, opposing each other, the snake heads slightly bowed, eyes gazing at the center of the coiling body, where a clear set of footprints extended from there to the ladder.

The dust once again proved this point.

Of course, more crucially, there was the Two-Headed Snake statue!

The ’food’ smell came from there, but as Jason approached, he found that the ’food’ scent not only faded rapidly, but also had a rotten, sour stench.

The latter had just appeared recently.

Suppressed by the residual scent of ’food’, it was only discernible upon getting closer.

"Jason, Jason?"

John’s voice came from above.

"Safe."

Jason replied and walked toward the Two-Headed Snake statue.

Behind him, John climbed down the ladder, a flashlight now in his hand.

After scanning the surroundings, John’s flashlight locked onto the Two-Headed Snake statue. Enjoy new tales from

Then, as he and Jason got close to the statue and saw clearly what the two snake heads in the middle of the snake body were looking at, he couldn’t help but aim his gun at that spot.

Coffin!

In the middle of the Two-Headed Snake’s body, right between the two staring heads, was unmistakably a coffin.

At this moment, the coffin lid had already been half-opened, and inside, a figure was faintly discernible.

Jason bent down, after checking his surroundings, he directly shifted the coffin lid completely aside.

Instantly, the ’figure’ inside the coffin was fully revealed.

That ’figure’ was not human at all!

It was a ’package’ shaped like a human, sewn together from ’snake skin’.

On the snake skin, the scales were obvious, the patterns clear, and even though the ’package’ was now split open, it still carried an inexplicable sense of ’freshness’.

From the protruding marks that were left, John could be sure that a ’person’ had come out of it, and then, he subconsciously checked the thickness of the surrounding dust.

Considering the seal on this place, for dust to accumulate to this extent, it would take at least a year, or more.

And a living person couldn’t possibly have been sealed within the snake skin for that long.

Moreover, the coffin!

A dead person!

Not long ago, a dead person had exited from here!

John caught his breath slightly, having reached this conclusion.

But he quickly regained composure, and an unprecedented brightness appeared in his eyes.

"Dead person resurrected?"

He murmured softly to himself.

"Dead person resurrected?"

"This is not resurrection."

"It’s..."

"Reincarnation!"

Jason stared at the interior of the coffin, which was entirely inscribed with the special language made up of the Dufol Language.

With Proficiency Level knowledge of the Dufol Language, Jason was able to recognize some simple word combinations.

And inside the coffin, the words ’reincarnation’ and ’snake’ were prevalent.

Jason lifted his head to look at the statue of the Two-Headed Snake.

Just right, from this angle, the eyes of the two-headed snake statues were also staring at Jason, observing those lifelike, ferocious snake heads that exuded dread in the darkness underground.

Relying on his Proficiency Level knowledge of the Dufol Language, though Jason couldn’t comprehend the entire ritual, he could roughly guess the ’mystery’ and some fundamentals of the ceremony’s construction.

For example, the Two-Headed Snake ’statue’ in front of him was once alive.

It was indeed a real Two-Headed Snake!

It had just been turned into the statue they saw now, after being doused with molten bronze.

And this Two-Headed Snake’s creation dated back at least a hundred years.

That’s why it gave off a faint odor of decaying food.

Of course, more importantly, the ’person’ in the coffin drew upon the strength of the Two-Headed Snake through the ritual to ’reincarnate,’ hastening the decay of the snake.

And because of this, Jason had missed a chance at an ’extra meal.’

Jason could tell from the residual scent of ’food’ that this Two-Headed Snake must have been delicious!

Jason could almost see the grilled snake skewers, snake soup, and so on leaving one by one.

"Heh."

Jason let out a light chuckle.

This chuckle startled John, who had been pondering the meaning of ’resurrection’ and ’reincarnation.’

He looked at Jason’s half-visible profile in the flashlight’s glow, and felt a chill down his spine.

It was as if he saw a hungry beast baring its maw.

"Jason?"

John asked tentatively.

"It’s nothing."

"Just the loss of an ’extra meal’ that should have been mine, makes me somewhat unwilling to let it go. But..."

"I believe I will make up for it soon!"

Jason said with certainty.

Having said that, Jason walked outside.

There was nothing worth seeing here anymore.

As for that spoiled food?

Although he loved food greatly, Jason would definitely not eat something spoiled; he had his standards.

"Did the three people who encountered death before find this place?"

On the way back, John asked.

"I don’t know."

"Maybe it was here."

"Or maybe it was something else."

Jason shook his head, unable to deduce from the current clues what exactly those three had discovered that led to their unfortunate ends. There was also one more thing that puzzled Jason.

Why had someone gone to such lengths to set all this up?

Getting into the car, Jason was pondering this question.

And John, sitting in the driver’s seat, seemed hesitant to speak. After several moments, John finally spoke up and asked.

"Who was the person in the coffin?"

Faced with John’s inquiry, Jason paused—

"The answer is quite apparent, don’t you know?"

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