Zheng Zai was also very hungry, but he thought he could eat the corpse of the headless brother from earlier...
The thing is, he just had to avoid the others' gaze.
In a certain sense, that brother named Ayoovic should be properly buried... but this wasn't the first time Zheng Zai had eaten human flesh. He thought—once a person is dead, their value doesn't compare to the living.
So—no waste, waste is shameful.
In general, everyone was hungry.
Wen Xishu said:
"We threw six jars. We've completed one-fifth of the required jars and received a food reward, but I guess it's not much."
"Mr. Lang, could you and Mr. Fang go take a look?"
Lang Haidu and Fang Tianhen walked towards the dining room together.
When the two entered, they saw that on the large rectangular dining table, about one-fifth of the area had food.
It was very aromatic and bountiful. Enough for around forty people.
Lang Haidu immediately understood:
