"Sure, I was just a little hungry." One person licked his lips, feeling that the taste just now was absolutely wonderful.

"It's strange, really. It's just some heart, liver, and kidneys, and there's no seasoning or flavoring at all, yet I can still taste the freshness in it!"

"Yes, yes, me too. I thought it was just my imagination. It's so delicious. I've never had such delicious rabbit meat before."

"Do you think it's possible that we're just too hungry, which is why we think this rabbit is such a delicacy?"

"Very likely, otherwise, how could they be so different when they are both rabbits?"

Shen Yanming listened to their murmurs, a slight smile playing on his lips. How could anything produced by the Space be bad!

"Alright, let's hurry up and go, or the rabbits will all be caught." One of them lowered his voice, afraid that others would hear.

The group exchanged glances, said goodbye to Shen Yanming, and left.

Shen Yanming thought to himself, "What a shrewd person. There are over a hundred mouths to feed here. If we don't act proactively, we'll be eating nothing in a minute."

Although there are plenty of rabbits in the space, letting him release them outside is out of the question. This mountain isn't that big; having a dozen or so rabbits is already quite an achievement. Otherwise, wouldn't it be blatantly telling everyone there's something wrong?

As for those who sit still, they can just wait to go hungry. Shen Yanming doesn't tolerate their bad habits. The fact that he fed them a sip of spiritual spring water at the beginning was already out of consideration for his fellow countrymen; his saintly heart was overflowing.

As I snapped out of my thoughts, I noticed the guards exchanging glances.

One said, "I'll go survey the terrain!"

The other said, "I'll go see if there's anything to eat."

Another person said, "Then I'll go see if there are any tools."

In short, no one was idle.

Upon hearing this, the people around them automatically formed teams and followed the three to help. Only the blond-haired man and his "lackeys" remained idle, lying lazily on the ground, waiting for the others to pity them.

Seeing them leave, Shen Yanming called out to Tang Shunlin's retreating figure, "Young comrade, go check on the place where we landed yesterday."

"Alright, I'll come back and let you know in a bit." Tang Shunlin had met Shen Yanming in Mangshan. Seeing that he was very familiar with the guards, he knew that Shen Yanming was either a guard or a relative of one. Therefore, he didn't object to the instruction at all.

Tang Shunlin thought to himself that Shen Yanming probably remembered them. The reason he hadn't revealed his identity was probably because he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Although their fundamental duty is to protect the people, they also need to protect themselves in special circumstances. They can guide from the shadows and help openly, but they don't want to reveal their identities or be targeted.

The group shared a tacit understanding, and none of them let the team down.

Tang Shunlin led his men to the seaside, where they saw that the sea level had dropped several meters, revealing more of the mountainside.

However, dozens of "corpses," both men and women, lay on the shore. A dozen or so also floated on the sea surface; the sight was chilling.

"Quickly, save them!" Tang Shunlin didn't think too much, or rather, he didn't have the time or inclination to be so particular. He rushed into the crowd, flipped over the people lying on the bank, and slapped their faces hard: "Hey, wake up!"

The others followed his example, rummaging through the motionless bodies. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of their chests, one would have thought they were already dead.

Some people, seeing that there were already enough people here, wanted to go into the sea and retrieve the things floating on the water. Tang Shunlin quickly stopped them, saying, "No, those things are all gone."

Upon hearing this, the men turned deathly pale. Tang Shunlin patted them on the shoulder and said earnestly, "This is nothing. There will be many more like this in the future. This disaster can be described as epic. We will see more and more victims in the future. You need to get used to it."

The group felt comforted, and one of the younger ones asked, "Why do you sound like you're saying the same thing as the person who roasted the rabbit? Do you two know each other?"

Tang Shunlin did not answer directly, but only said, "Perhaps we are kindred spirits. Alright, let's move these survivors back to our place first. As for those in the sea, go and collect some branches before retrieving them. Try not to touch them with your hands, as diseases are most likely to spread after a major disaster."

Everyone nodded, indicating they understood. Someone touched their burning forehead, slipped, and fell to the ground: "Am I...am I infected with the plague?"

Tang Shunlin shook his head: "I don't know, but I don't think so. Everyone has a fever, probably because they soaked in seawater for too long yesterday and caught a chill. It could also be because they were frightened."

As for Comrade Shen Yanming, whom you suspect, I think he avoided the damp, cold air because he stayed up all night catching rabbits. You see, a person's immunity to cold air is different when they are awake and when they are asleep.

Although the last sentence was unnecessary, he thought that since everyone was in the same boat, it was best to help each other and cover for one another.

Everyone nodded, agreeing that it made perfect sense. They used to be the same way; playing computer games with the window open was no problem, but sleeping with the window open would cause headaches at best, and colds at worst. Those who were refreshed the next day were all in excellent health.

With their doubts resolved, these people worked even harder to rescue people. The collapse of the world had only just begun, and those like the blond-haired guy who couldn't wait to display the "evil" of humanity were still a tiny minority. The majority were still law-abiding citizens educated by the Alliance.

Seeing that so many people had been carried over, Shen Yanming quickly pointed to the side and arranged, "Put them there, a little further away from us." They didn't even know if they would survive; he didn't want them to suffer any more disaster.

"Alright!" These people had no objections to Shen Yanming, except for the blond-haired guy who couldn't help but chime in: "Can't keep up the good act anymore, huh!"

Shen Yanming... does he need to pretend? Didn't he put the things in the woods there? Besides, he never intended to be a good person.

He rolled his eyes at the blond-haired man, picked up the half-empty bottle of rabbit blood, and walked over. On the way, he unscrewed the cap, pressed his thumb against the bottle opening, and quietly dripped some spiritual spring water into it. To avoid being too obvious, he didn't dare to drip too much.

Shen Yanming looked at the pale skin of the people lying on the ground, hesitated for a moment, took out a pair of rubber gloves from his backpack and put them on, then squatted down, slightly pried open their jaws, and poured a mouthful of rabbit blood into each of them.

"You're really something! If you don't have water, don't give people to drink. You actually fed them rabbit blood. What a hypocrite!"

Shen Yanming raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that in a couple of days he would not even be able to drink rabbit blood.

After finishing half a bottle of rabbit blood, he returned to the stove, took off his gloves and threw them on the leaves, wiped his hands clean with a wet paper towel, and continued roasting the rabbit.

"You're such a fussy person. What kind of time is this to waste wet wipes? You should save them to wipe your butt."

The blond-haired boy was very noisy. Nuannuan looked at Shen Yanming with concern and some fear.

Shen Yanming hugged her small body and comforted her, "Baby, don't be afraid, let's just pretend we can't hear you."

"Sigh, I have to say, you..."