In the granary, Mu Chen and others were resting, slowly regaining their strength, and judging by where they were gathered, everyone seemed to be doing their best to stay away from the bodies blocking the door. But even so, the pungent smell of blood still wafted in.
"I inhale…" Black Silk took a deep breath, then showed a trace of intoxicated expression. She glanced at Ye Lian beside her and asked, "Isn't the environment nice now? It's all fresh."
"..." Ye Lian just glanced at her silently, her eyes slightly dazed.
"Alright, pretend I didn't say anything, I originally wanted to share some thoughts. Like I just seemed to smell type B blood… you know? Actually, the taste created by mixing different blood types with different meat textures is also varied, like fresh meat around twenty years old mixed with type O…"
