Old Lu stomped his foot: "If I tell a single lie, may I be struck by lightning. Besides, I did think about resigning last time, but the head chef's look seemed to be waiting for that word from me. It scared me, so I didn't dare to mention it."
"Why?"
"If he knew I detected something unusual, wouldn't he treat me like our fellow countryman and—" Old Lu showed a fearful expression, as if seeing a ghost.
Tang Shaohong was startled by his expression, almost reaching out to hold his body, asking, "What's wrong?"
"The sound, didn't you hear it?"
As Old Lu's two terrified eyeballs rotated, Tang Shaohong strained his ears. A piercing sound, coming from an unknown direction, a sound indescribable, just chilling to the bone.
"What is happening?" Tang Shaohong fearfully asked, incredulous, "Are only the two of us hearing it?"
"That's impossible. How could only we hear it?" said Old Lu.
"But I see, no one else seems alarmed—"
