Zhao Chunniang felt sorry for her family's cooking, and even when facing a group of ghosts, she couldn't help but complain.

But the ghosts seemed not to hear her complaints. Their empty eyes turned to stare at her, and they kept saying, "I'm so hungry," and "I want to eat."

"Alright, stop talking... If you piss them off any further, go cook another pot. Bring out all the food we have, whatever you can eat. We need to get rid of these bastards first!" Wang Dazhu had no other choice.

Seeing the crops he had worked so hard to grow being wasted by these starving ghosts, he felt more heartbroken than anyone else, as if his blood was dripping.

But what can we do?

It's all my fault for provoking these ghosts. If I don't feed them properly, I'm afraid I'll be the one who gets eaten.

In order to survive, he had no choice but to be short-sighted and not care about what he would eat in the future.

He moved all the grain into the kitchen and continued to help Zhao Chunniang tend the fire.

Even if it costs him his life, he will hold out until his son finds the Lin family girl. As long as his son is safe, he would be willing to die.

“This…” Lin Weiming frowned slightly as he looked at the guys eating so fast. “They look more like refugees fleeing famine.”

Even the poorest villagers could usually afford to buy themselves a set of winter clothes. But for refugees fleeing disaster, forget about having any clothes at all; they were lucky if they didn't starve to death.

Judging from the appearance of these starving ghosts, they were probably people who starved to death during their escape from famine.

"Mother! I've brought Wanwan back!" Wang Hu shouted to Zhao Chunniang, following behind Lin Weiming.

Zhao Chunniang was still holding a plate of food when she saw Lin Wanyue in Lin Weiming's arms. She felt as if she had found her pillar of support, and tears streamed down her face.

In her excitement, she couldn't even hold onto the plate, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

The plate broke, and food was spilled all over the floor.

But these starving ghosts didn't despise it. They pounced on the ground like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey, stuffing the vegetables mixed with mud into their mouths.

They don't care what they eat, they only care about whether they can fill their stomachs.

Even if there's mud or sand, he can stuff it into his stomach.

I was just so hungry when I was alive!