Early morning.
Chen Mu crawled out of his tent and stretched.
He had flown over after five in the morning, then gone back to sleep. His whole body felt refreshed.
The sky was fully bright, and the people in the pioneer team gradually emerged from their tents as well.
At the center of the camp.
A half-human-height black vat stood before Old Yang.
He lifted a basin of half-coagulated Mutant Beast blood and poured it inside.
Then he took a blackened clay pot from the nearby campfire and poured the boiling water over the outer rim of the vat.
Apparently, the weather had turned cooler, making the bugs sluggish and sleepy. The vat had to be heated with hot water to wake them up.
Chen Mu was curious and wanted to take a look, but he lifted his foot and put it back down.
He had seen it once before. The sight of bugs writhing throughout the vat had truly been rather creepy.
"Go wash up and eat breakfast already."
At one corner of the camp stood three enormous, half-human-height stone water vats filled with clear spring water.
Chen Mu carried a Wooden Bucket over to the vats.
A dark-skinned, pot-bellied man in his forties was also standing beside them.
Using a gourd dipper, he scooped up a ladleful and gulped it down until he was full.
Finally, he poured a little water into his hand and wiped it across his face, considering that his face washing done.
Chen Mu's mouth twitched.
No matter how clear it is, it's still mountain spring water. Isn't he afraid of getting an upset stomach drinking it straight? he grumbled inwardly, but said nothing.
Everyone in the camp was physically robust. Even if the water was unclean, they could endure it.
Chen Mu