Never in his forty-five years of existence had he seen a man devour that much food.
He was certain that neither his father, who had inherited the inn, nor his grandfather, who had initially founded it, had seen such a sight.
As if he really had a hungry ghost living in his stomach, that slender young man alone demolished more than the rest of the guests combined, and he was still eating.
The first words the owner uttered to the trembling waiter, whose legs were shaking, were as follows: âMoney? Did he pay up front?â
He whacked the backs of the two waitersâ heads, who were gazing at him, bewildered. And just in case anyone heard, he hissed. âWhat a bunch of whiners! You folks are still as dump as you were after all these fucking yearsâŚâ
The junior waiter whimpered and responded in a low voice, holding the back of his head. âNo, old manâŚ! Was weird from the first moment he walked inâŚâ
âSuch an idiot! Donât you think thatâs reason enough to have him pay up frontâŚ?â
When the owner lifted his hand to smack him again, the senior waiter stepped in quickly. âThatâs not what the kid meant, old man. Not only is he weird, but heâs also strangeâŚ.!â
âStrangeâŚ?â The ownerâs chubby cheeks wiggled nervously. âIs he a martial artist [Murim person] ?â
If he were a martial artist, he should be cautious and watchful. Murims and Inns. He couldnât explain it, but whenever these two things combined, it was like pouring oil on a fire.
The Luoyang Inn Association dubbed this the âInn Effect,â and warned its members to be wary of it.
Wasnât that why his father was missing an arm?
âNo. That is not the caseâŚâ
The owner scowled. âIs he the son of a high-ranking official, then?â
It was easy to distinguish the sons of high-ranking officials by their clothes and behavior, and when trouble erupted, they always brought with them even more devastation.
Hadnât his grandpa gotten into a fight with the son of a high-ranking official, putting him into trouble at the officialâs house, and eventually getting beaten up to death?
âNo, it didnât seem that way either.â The young waiter, who was familiar with the appearance of the sons of high-ranking officials who were notorious for stirring trouble in Luoyang, shook his head.
âSo, what the hell do you meanâŚ?!â
The waiter yelled as discreetly as possible as though he were having a seizure. âBecause the guy is the ghost..! Didnât I tell youâŚ?! He is the ghost living in hellâŚ!â
The two waiters gestured toward the stairs. âThatâsâ youâre just saying that because you didnât witness him with your own eyes.â
The owner kept silent since he couldnât find fault with their words. He then smacked his lips before confidently striding up the stairs. âAll right, thenâŚletâs see this hungry ghost.â
âI beg you, old man, be careâŚ!â
âOld manâŚ!â
They were concerned about him, but no one actually stopped him.
Thatâs unusual. He reasoned that even though theyâd tried to be quiet while discussing, the guy sitting over there, with just his tiny back visible, couldnât have missed their conversation.
The guy, clad in a shabby student uniform, was busily eating food with his head down, maybe unaware that he was being approached.
Had the sound of the floor creaking every time he shifted his feet ever irritated him this much?
For some reason, the owner wiped his cold sweat away with his sleeve and loosened the collar, which seemed to be tightening with each step.
âHem, ahem!â He stopped five or six steps behind the opponent and cleared his throat, but the latter made no response.
âOld man! A little bit closer, pleaseâŚ!
âBe careful!â
These rotten bastardsâI really should fire them after this.
Without understanding why, all his instincts were warning him not to approach any closer, but he showed his 35 years of experience and grit and continued walking.
Each step seemed like an eternity, but he eventually was able to stand right behind The young student.
But even then, the young student paid him no attention.
He gulped nervously âHey, over thereâŚâ
His eyes widened as he cast a sidelong glance at the young student. The young student didnât even bother with chopsticks; he just grabbed up his food with both hands and shoveled it into his mouth.
The owner, unable to say anything for a while, smeared his sweaty palms on his pants. Before he could notice, his whole body was drenched in a cold sweat.
However, he hadnât been surviving all these years in the heart of Luoyangâs enormous city without good reason. He managed to fake some level of calm as he asked, âHey, young masterâŚâ
But why did his voice sound like it came from a mosquito?
He was about to clear his throat whenâŚ.
ââŚItâs not it. This is not enough. This wonât cut it. Not at all. This is not it. This is not enoughâŚâ
A chill ran through the ownerâs body.
Surely, the sound of the guy devouring food resounded in the inn, and wasnât he seeing him with his eyes shoveling food into his mouth without a break?
So, who was the source of this incessant whispering?
ââŚâŚ This isnât enough. Itâs not like thisâŚâŚâ
And if one were to listen carefully, they might detect something very non-human in this hushed utterance.
At that moment, the young studentâs hands all of a sudden stopped moving.
ââŚâŚ!!â
Then, slowly, his head started turning toward the owner.
The ownerâs pupils had already been dilated for a long time, and his legs trembled as if they were going to give out at any second.
He wanted to scream, but he had already lost control of his body.
While he was unable to do this or that, the young student gazed at him. And opened his mouth.
âI think that is enough. How much is there in total?â
âUh, uh, uhâŚ?â
The pale-faced student asked once again, wiping the spices from around his mouth and cheeks with his sleeve. âArenât you the owner of the inn?â
The owner responded reflexively. âAh, thatâs right.â
The young student nodded and got to his feet. The spilled food and spices had stained his clothing, but he didnât seem to mind.
He calmly pulled out a money bag and asked once again. âHow much?â
Shortly after the young student left, the waiters carried the fainting owner on their backs and hurried through the streets of Luoyang at night, searching for a shaman.
When the owner awoke the following day, it was said that no one was able to stop him from giving away all his little fortune. As he decided to conduct a massive exorcism on himself.
* * *
âThatâs strange, very strange.â Sohyeon Yeon, who had left the inn, couldnât stop uttering the word â strange â
As a test, heâd attempted to eat to the limit in the inn, but no matter how much heâd eaten, he never felt full.
Besides, if one ate the amount he had eaten, they would undoubtedly have to vomit. Wasnât there a limit to how much a human could eat?
But in his situation, it looked like the food that had passed down his throat had disappeared someplace.
Somehow, deep down in his heart, he felt certain. No matter how much he ate this food , the hunger would never go away.
Soohyeon Yeon shook his head, wondering what he was supposed to eat, when his nose was suddenly drawn toward somewhere.
This smellâŚ
He had never smelled such a strong, fragrant smell before.
It was such a delicious smell that it piqued his hunger even more.
What is this smell.�
Regardless of the question, he followed his instinct.
His steps headed towards the dark alleys of Luoyang.
And his body vanished into the darkness.
***
Luoyang was a big city with a long history dating back to ancient times.
Although the city had been through multiple dynasties and had been caught up in the fires of war several times, it remained firmly in its place as a huge city representing the central plains.
As a large city boasting a population of several million, it naturally had a huge adult entertainment district. The glittering oil lanterns that colored the streets made it easy to forget it was night.
Where there was bright light, however, there was thick darkness.
On the other side of that beautiful entertainment area, there was an ugly and distorted order.
One of those countless orders was the one that had been established by the so-called underworldâs leader, the golden leech. Even in this dirty and damp back alley, that order was working steadily.
âTake off his clothes and shake them off.â
âAye, aye, big brother!â
Whether it was misfortune or reaping what heâd sown, a middle-aged man who had squandered all his fortune in gambling tried to resist. âYou jerk?â
âShut up!â
Of course, what he got back were the savage fists of burly men smashing his face.
After a while, the middle-aged manâs face looked nothing so much as a heap of minced meat, except that he was still breathing.
âI found it, big brother!â Eventually, the burly guy who had been searching the middle-aged manâs clothes found a piece of wood in the underwear and lifted it.
It was an identifying tag, sometimes known as an identification card.
Taking away his ID card, which had all of his familyâs information, including his address, meant that they would take everything from him.
His humble shop, his wife, and his children.
âAh.. please, I beg youâŚâŚâ
The middle-aged manâs face, which looked like it had been minced, was covered with a heavy layer of despair.
In contrast, the grim smiles grew thicker on the faces of the hulking men.
People in dire straits like this man often lost all their money gambling without realizing they had been duped. Getting rid of such dupes was an easy way for these muscle men to increase their wealth.
This was one side of the golden leechâs order.
âDid you really think you could steal the old manâs money and walk around the streets of Luoyang?â
Of course, none of the burly men here, including Big Brother, had seen his face, let alone his direct subordinates.
Their gang was only one of several that the golden leech outsourced to.
But with the name of the golden leech on their backs, they were kings, at least in this back alley.
âOh, please, elders⌠â
At that moment⌠âWhistle?â A very eerie whistle sound began to ring in their ears.
If it was a sorrowful soundâno, it was desperateâit was merrily, cheerfully, pleasingly.
It was a sound filled with insanity.
âWho the fuck are you?!â The muscular man, who was holding the identity tag of the middle-aged man and entertaining himself, shouted.
Usually, his colleagues would have been delighted to hear him use his strong voice to overpower the opponent.
For some reason, his shout sounded much weaker than the tiny whistle.
The brawny man tossed aside the identity tag and drew out his weapon.
âWhat a b*tch! Canât you man up a little and bring your a$$ over here?!â
Then the others uncontrollably brandished their weapons and shouted everywhere.
âYou wanna die?!â
âAre you fucking with us? Donât you know who we are?â
âYou little b*tch?!â
At that time, the man they called Big Brother hissed. âEveryone shut up!â
This was when the man they all called Big Brother hissed. âEveryone hush!â
To his calm voice, the brawny men closed their mouths at last.
âShut up and stay stillâŚâŚ!â His eyes gleamed with anxiety.
It wasnât that his young brothers were overreacting. Even he couldnât bear the sound of the whistle for a moment, almost shouting with them.
He didnât know who it was, but shaking their hearts with the sound of a whistle was a tremendous danger alert.
He bolstered his confidence and asked with the utmost respect. âI donât know whose side you are on, but do you have business with us?â
As soon as he finished speaking, the whistling stopped.