Honestly speaking, Lu Wuming wasn't afraid of things like bloodshed. After all, his experiences in two lifetimes, coupled with Liu Buli not instilling any particularly upright values in him, meant Lu Wuming didn't have a strong reaction to the lives and deaths of others.
But at this very moment, seeing the woman still writhing and struggling on the ground, Lu Wuming suddenly felt an unspeakable nausea.
Frowning deeply and staring into Thirteen's eyes, he gritted his teeth and asked word by word, "You want me to eat her?"
"Do you have any other dissatisfaction?" Thirteen wore a mask on the upper half of his face, so it wasn't entirely clear what his expression was. However, at least from his tone, Lu Wuming could tell that the other party was clearly impatient with him.
After a pause, seeing that Lu Wuming didn't intend to speak, Thirteen had to continue explaining, "The King said this is your first normal meal, so he wanted to arrange something a bit better for you. Although, in my opinion, food is just food, with no real distinction between good or bad. But Chu Wu and the others all say that a maiden's taste is better, and it took quite some effort to find this one. So stop being so fussy and just eat."
Thirteen's words sounded like an adult lecturing a disobedient child.
Lu Wuming heard him clearly, and the disgust and revulsion in his heart surged to a new level.
Clenching his fists at his sides, Lu Wuming fell silent for a moment before speaking, "I told you from the beginning that I am human, not a monster like you. So you can do your cannibalism yourselves, you don't need me to join in. I'm not hungry, and I never intended to eat this. Even if you brought me all sorts of things, I wouldn't want to eat them."
After speaking, Lu Wuming turned to go back into the main hall.
But to his surprise, the palace doors, which had been open all along, suddenly slammed shut in front of him with a "bang" as he approached.
Immediately after, the Ghost King's hollow, deep voice echoed from all directions, saying, "You have been a ghost from the start, not some lowly human. You must recognize your identity, and the first step to recognizing your identity is to eat the food you should eat. From now on, if you refuse to eat, they will find ways to force you to."
Lu Wuming raised an eyebrow, glanced up at the massive palace, and a cold smile flickered across his face. "You pretend to be a loving father, yet you force your child to eat something he doesn't want to. Even if you're just putting on an act, you're not doing a very good job."
"It is precisely because I am a loving father that I am doing this now," the Ghost King replied. "I want you to recognize your identity, to do the right thing. This is what a normal father should do for his son. When you stand by my side, in the position you belong, you will understand how deeply I care for you."
He made it sound quite convincing.
Lu Wuming, however, let out a cold laugh, having no intention of engaging further.
Since he couldn't enter the hall, and considering his current position, the distance to the surrounding digital figures and the gate of the ghost realm, Lu Wuming roughly estimated that he had little chance of escape.
Since that was the case, he didn't intend to waste his energy. He simply sat down. To be honest, he was curious to see what methods these digital figures could use to force him to eat the "food" he absolutely did not want to eat.
Just like him, Thirteen was also in a state of turmoil.
He had originally thought his task was simply to find food. He hadn't expected that after finding the food, he would also be responsible for making their disobedient young master eat it.
This was clearly making things difficult for him.
Looking down at the woman on the ground, Thirteen pursed his lips. The frustration in his eyes intensified. Seeing that Lu Wuming truly had no intention of acting, he finally spoke, "If you don't eat her soon, she'll die, and then she won't taste good."
"If you feel it's a pity, then you eat her yourself," Lu Wuming glanced over.
He didn't care about the woman's life or death.
After all, everyone had their own fate. The moment she was captured by Thirteen and brought here, this woman was doomed.
Lu Wuming could see that although she was still struggling, she was clearly in extreme pain. Even if Thirteen threw her out of the ghost realm, given her current physical condition, she would have no chance of survival.
In that case, it might as well be an early acceptance of death, perhaps a release for her.
But Thirteen clearly didn't think so. He glanced at the woman, still maintaining his previous demeanor, with no intention of eating.
He just hesitated and looked at Lu Wuming.
He was seriously contemplating what he should say to make the other party accept this meal he had prepared with some effort.
However, to his surprise, before he could speak, Lu Wuming himself pursed his lips and then asked him, "You've always lived here and followed the local customs for eating and drinking. Have you ever tried any of the food made in the human world?"
Thirteen didn't understand why the topic had suddenly shifted to him, but since it was the young master asking, even though he was somewhat reluctant, Thirteen thought about it and answered earnestly, "There's no need to try those things, because they are food for the lowly. For example, if you were to mix with humans, when humans feed pigs, would you try the chaff they use?"
"I don't try it because I know how chaff is made, and I know roughly what ingredients are used," Lu Wuming said. "But you haven't even tried human food once. The meticulously prepared dishes are countless times tastier than this bloody human. To be honest, you tell me this is a high-quality ingredient, but when I put it here, all I can feel is the repulsive, disgusting smell of blood. There's no sense of deliciousness at all. Do you think you can convince me to eat it?"