Having spent so much time with these three teammates, Bai Zhi had formed a general impression of each of them.
Qi Guang Meng Xing: an old tormenter, probably on a support-torment build, with an exceptionally strong curiosity and unexpectedly good luck.
Hei Fengye: the expressionless loli carrying a coffin on her back. Though she looked taciturn and unapproachable, she actually had moderate to severe social anxiety and leaned toward the scheming social-anxiety type.
Kan Lu: the truly unfortunate Lancer. Aside from his bizarre fashion sense, he was the most normal of the three, though he seemed to have a secret of his own.
Bai Zhi had considered the possibility that Qi Guang Meng Xing might run into trouble, but he had never expected trouble on the Lancer's side as well. Then again, considering the Lancer's Luck stat... perhaps it was not that surprising?
"Starving to death? Didn't you say you still had nearly ten days' worth of supplies?"
Listening to the voice coming from the other end, which did not sound faked at all, Bai Zhi's expression turned rather strange.
"I ate it all. Even the packaging."
The Lancer seemed to let out a faint sigh.
"I ran into some unforeseen circumstances. It's complicated, but the result was that my supplies were completely used up... I'm so hungry I've started eating dirt."
"Mm... is dirt delicious?"
Bai Zhi glanced down at the Ghost Soldier army diligently shoveling dirt into Na Rong, looking thoughtful.
If eating dirt alone could satisfy the Lancer's food requirements, Bai Zhi had plenty of food for him here...
"...Why did you suddenly contact me? Is something wrong?"
After a brief silence, Kan Lu decisively changed the subject.
"What was the outcome of your final fight against that person in the betting room?"
"The outcome... we both