The older wanderer looked down at the younger wanderer, took her slightly trembling hand, and walked in the direction the black warrior pointed.

When he came outside, he looked up at the sky. The setting sun made the sky a fiery red.

It's like the afterglow of life.

The older wanderer withdrew his gaze and looked forward numbly. He saw a large group of skeletons and a number of heavily armored infantrymen wearing black armor.

He knew what he had to do and pulled the young wanderer towards the heavy infantry.

Are you going to execute us?

Then die.

Although he wanted to protect her until she reached adulthood, death might not be a bad thing. At least she wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

When you die, there is no more pain.

The older wanderer thought to himself and pulled the younger wanderer to the front of the heavy infantry.

The black warrior turned around and took a stone tablet from the skeletal undead behind him and handed it to the older wanderer.

The older wanderer looked pointedly at the Dark Warrior before looking down at the slate in his hand.

This is... food?!

A sweet smell entered his nose, bringing some life to his numb eyes.

Ah, it is food. Although it doesn’t look good, with all kinds of messy things mixed together, it looks like a sticky mass, like vomit, but it is indeed food, and it is cooked food!

For homeless people, food is extremely precious.

In the wild, getting food is not easy.

They dare not hunt at will, as it may get them hurt.

Without even a safe place to stay, let alone medical care, injuries can easily lead to death.

The food for wanderers is mostly wild vegetables and grass roots. If they are lucky, they can pick some wild fruits, which can improve their meals.

But the food on the stone slab in front of him included not only wild vegetables, wild fruits, and berries, but also rice, chestnuts and other things that could fill his stomach. He even saw shredded pork!

He swallowed hard and felt a hand tugging at his hand.

The young wanderer could barely control his saliva.

She was already hungry, and with the food right in front of her, how could she resist?

The older wanderer felt the little hand and without hesitation reached out to grab the food.

Caught nothing.

The black warrior moved the stone slab down so that the wanderer wouldn't touch the food. He watched the wanderer withdraw his hand dejectedly and handed the stone slab to him again. "Take the stone slab."

The wanderer was stunned and reached out to grab the slate handed to him by the black warrior.

"Mine?" The wanderer hadn't had water for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and dry.

"Don't you want to eat it?" the black warrior asked doubtfully, reaching out to take the stone slab, but the wanderer suddenly held the stone slab in his arms.

The black warrior tilted his head in confusion and retracted his outstretched hand.

The wanderer stared at the black warrior, afraid that he would snatch it away, and carefully placed the slate in front of the young wanderer.

The young wanderer quickly took it, carefully grabbed a little and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.

When the soft and mushy food entered her mouth, her eyes suddenly lit up and a smile appeared on her miserable little face.

tasty!

She slowly swallowed the food in her mouth before she dared to grab a little more.

She ate slowly and carefully, chewing all the food in her mouth into liquid before swallowing it.

The black warrior turned around, took another stone tablet from the skeleton undead, and handed it to the wanderer again.

The wanderer quickly took the slate.

"Thank...thank you." The wanderer said hesitantly.

He had no idea what the undead were trying to do or why they gave him food.

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore. It’s better to have something to eat than nothing.

It is always more comfortable to have a full meal before death than to die with an empty stomach.

"Go eat over there." The black warrior stopped the wanderer who was about to eat and pointed to an open space next to him.

"Yes." The wanderer pulled the young wanderer who was still chewing food and walked towards the open space obediently.

After the homeless man walked out, the prisoners in the house listened for a long time, but did not hear the expected screams.

"Hey, what happened to that guy in front? Is he dead?"

"What happened? What happened outside?"

"Tell me about it."

"Who saw it?"

"Those undead seemed to have given him...something to eat..."

"What? Gave them food?"

"I don't believe it!"

"It's fake, right? Why would the undead give him food? Does eating it make it easier to kill him?"

…

The prisoners were whispering and talking to each other.

The black warrior didn't speak in a hurry, just waited quietly.

Finally, someone else stood up, still a wanderer.

Compared to death, being able to eat a full meal is equally attractive.

The black warrior still did the same action, and the wanderer got the meal.

With an incredible look on his face, he carried the stone slab to the pair of wanderers and sat down next to them. He turned his head to look at the two wanderers who were enjoying the food happily, and found that the two had no special reaction after eating the food. Then he grabbed the food and started eating.

The older wanderer glanced at the newcomer, then pulled the younger wanderer away silently.

The relationship between the wanderers is not one of mutual help. Most of the time they are hostile and they will rob each other.

Although there are undead guarding it, it's never a bad thing to be careful.

With someone taking the lead, more and more people came out of the house, took the food, and hid aside to eat.

After everyone left the house to eat, the black warrior asked the undead to watch them while he left. Before leaving, he instructed that after these people finished eating, the skeleton undead would escort them back into the house.

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