Chen Tang calmed down. "As long as he's alive, as long as he's alive."
At the same time, he was endlessly worried. There was no Heaven and Earth Righteous Qi in the Underworld, and any cultivation lost here could not be replenished. Every bit of Qi and blood consumed was lost forever, and magical power would grow weaker and weaker. This was why even many peerless experts would not easily set foot in the Underworld.
Chen Shi brought so many gentry scholars, and they were going to such a dangerous place—how far could they possibly walk and still survive?
Furthermore, there was no food, no drinking water, and they carried no magical treasures or talismanic soldiers on them. Just how long could these people possibly hold out?
"They have food," Granny Sha said suddenly.
Chen Tang was slightly startled, looking at her in incomprehension.
Observing the traces left on the ground, Granny Sha said, "Their group has three to four hundred people. They originally had over two hundred, and they merged with another faction."
Chen Tang's body shook slightly as he understood her meaning, his voice raspy. "Cannibalism?"
Looking ahead, Granny Sha did not answer him, instead speaking as if to herself. "When driven to the absolute extreme with no way out, life will always find an escape route. At a time like this, there's no room for morality."
Chen Tang said nothing more, following her deep into the mountains of Buddhas.
He looked at the corpse hoisted on Granny Sha's steel fork. To this day, Granny Sha had still not discarded the corpse of this gentry scholar. Could it be...
He dared not think further.
After all, they, these borrowed vessels, would always have times when they were hungry.
The two of them penetrated deep into the mountains, discovering