"Just think of it as a nightmare. After a good sleep, it will be over. Forget it if you can, you already profited."
Following Brother Yuanzi's plan, you were supposed to die here, and then Fan Shulin would find me.
Tan Wenbin looked at the dead fish on the ground. This guy now looked like it had just come out of a steamer, just missing some green onions, ginger, and garlic.
Picking up the shovel, Tan Wenbin fiddled with it for a while. Even though it was already dead, Tan Wenbin kindly provided it with a separation of flesh and bones.
After he finished, the breath he was holding in his heart dissipated, his entire body gradually weakened. He wanted to walk down the stairs, but because his legs were weak, he rolled down instead.
Having fallen to the bottom, Tan Wenbin lay there, grabbing the shovel beside him, but unable to use it as leverage to stand.
At this moment, a voice came from outside:
"Hahaha, feast! Hahaha, feast!"
