In this endless torment, the Hungry Ghosts naturally have no ability to think. The hungrier they are, the more desperately they eat, even devouring their kind... desperately trying to quench their thirst, yet driven mad by the eternal hunger that can never be satisfied, a vicious cycle.
That's why the battle and commotion just now didn't attract its attention. It was just desperately devouring the corpses right in front of it within reach. To divert its attention, unless the corpses were eaten clean, or... some fresher flesh appeared nearby.
Just like now, the little Hungry Ghost frantically devouring a corpse suddenly stopped its head-swaying, flesh-tearing action, as it smelled the fresh scent of a living person—
Crack!
