(Note: This chapter is very addictive. Those with weak psychological endurance should read with caution.)

"Master Zhou, we're here... Don't worry, we'll be out in a little while!"

"Master Zhou, why are your eyes closed? Don't be sleepy, let me help you... Oops, why did your eyeball fall out?"

"Master Zhou... I'm hungry... Master Wu's meat is a bit smelly..."

The three people in the tunnel didn't actually run very far; their exoskeletons had long since run out of power, making it impossible to escape. As supplies continued to deplete, the already weak cohesion of the group became even more divided.

Those two losers took everything into consideration, but they missed one thing: humans are social animals.

People who are separated from society are just a group of beasts.

Of course, a micro-society consisting of three people can also produce rules, but such rules are definitely not something that a normal person can imagine.

In fact, even if they reverse history and return to primitive society - that kind of tribal communism, they can still survive.

Too bad they didn't.

Master Wu, who was initially in power, tried to forcibly construct a hierarchical system, a hierarchy based on material goods.

The result is obvious. Xiao Su, who is at the bottom, ignored this castle in the air with no guarantee of productivity. His biological instinct drove him to do the most extreme behavior.

By the time Xiao Su had eaten and drunk his fill, everything was already irreversible.

Xiao Su placed Master Wu's head next to the fire. Because the ground was not very flat, the head could not be placed properly, and it always had to lean lightly on "Master Zhou" next to it.

Two legs were placed over the fire, the flames searing the hair on the legs, some fat sliding down the charred skin. The sizzling sound from the fire was incessant, and at the same time, a "tempting" barbecue smell emanated.

Xiao Su ignored the meat leg that was undergoing the Maillard reaction and quietly looked at the two masters illuminated by the bonfire. He felt that he had crossed a limit, and the dividing line between life and death became blurred.

He saw that his masters seemed to be talking about something, and the expressions on their faces changed with the temperature of the campfire.

"No, no, I still have snacks!"

He suddenly started pushing the two chefs around, then pulled out two finger-long strips of meat from the small bag at his waist. These strips were given to him by Chef Zhou, there were ten in total, and only half were left.

He declined Master Zhou's offer and then savored the meat. After getting used to the bloody smell over the past two days, he now only tasted sweet. The meat was still very chewy, after all, it hadn't been processed in any way.

Master Zhou has helped him a lot recently. He taught him many survival skills, including but not limited to lighting a fire, collecting fuel, preparing food, and making tools. To be honest, Xiao Su doesn't know how to repay him. He can only make the best use of all the supplies and survive.

Master Zhou taught him to stay rational, and Xiao Su felt that he was very rational. He hid the emergency food, and those perishable foods must be eaten first.

He felt that he had gotten a sore throat from eating too much barbecue. The last meal was barbecue, and the meal before that was also barbecue, and before that... That should have been fresh meat sashimi - the kind with blood.

Xiao Su smacked his lips, finding fresh meat to be the better choice. He looked back at Master Zhou's body, and it seemed as if he saw him inviting him.

He almost wanted to pounce on her, but reason eventually overcame his instinct.

"No, no, no! Not now, I have to finish eating these first!"

Xiao Su struggled to control his body and then turned his head to the other side. The two legs seemed to be roasted, and their surface was blackened.

He carefully removed one of the legs from the fire using a handmade clamp and then tentatively peeled back its outer layer.

A wave of hot air hit his face, followed by a smoky aroma. These volatile aromatic substances came into contact with Xiao Su's taste buds, and the resulting nerve signals were filtered through multiple layers, allowing him to selectively smell the aroma.

He felt that the taste was very similar to the bacon he had eaten before, and even very similar to the naturally aged meat described by those gourmets. This made Xiao Su's appetite increase greatly, and he took a bite of it without paying attention to the residual heat of the barbecue.

The rich flavor immediately filled his mouth. These foods without any seasoning did not make Xiao Su feel difficult to swallow. On the contrary, he felt that he encountered such delicious food too late. If he had encountered it earlier, perhaps he could leave the world without regrets.

The horrible chewing sound spread throughout the tunnel and continued until Xiao Su had eaten both legs.

He opened a can of emergency drinking water and drank half of it in one breath. Just as he was about to take a breath and drink more, he saw that Master Zhou beside him seemed to have eaten enough.

“Ho~ho~”

Master Zhou opened his mouth slightly, some air coming out of it. He seemed to be saying something, but his voice was completely drowned out by the surrounding noise.

"Master, do you want to drink some water too?" Xiao Su felt that he knew what he was thinking, so he stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"Let... me... die~"

Master Zhou almost shouted, but his throat had been burned and all the words sounded distorted.

"What?" Xiao Su shouted into Master Zhou's ear again, "Do you want some water?"

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