As for the corpses left behind, they just lay there, abandoned—chewed on by the occasional passing Red-eyed Meat Dragon, but otherwise untouched.
Tang Mo's idea was to put this "waste" to use.
Rather than letting those poor souls rot away, why not let them contribute one last meaningful thing?
The leftover flesh could still be scraped off the bones. Wouldn't it be great to use it as a filling inside the doughy paste?
'Oh wait, no. What's not to like?'
After all, meat was far more effective against the Red-eyed Meat Dragons than the paste. A small piece of flesh could quiet one for at least ten minutes. If she wrapped it in the paste, she was certain the Red-eyed Meat Dragons would love it.
"Isn't this a little too cruel...?"
Zhao Tian may have been the eldest brother, but he was also the most soft-hearted. He knew this was the right thing to do, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that it was wrong.
