The four found some Stones, Wooden Sticks, and simple wooden gear to arm themselves.
That was already pretty good.
After all, their bodies had been enhanced, giving them physiques comparable to first-level athletes.
At least for the next two days, they had the physical condition of this era's elite retainers.
The four headed toward the town in the distance.
Along the way, they saw that the rice paddies beside the road had all dried up.
They were completely barren. The so-called rice shoots had long since been pulled out and eaten.
They saw some withered corpses, nothing but bones left on them, the bones still bearing scrape marks.
Most were the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
"Has it actually gotten this terrifying?" Number One frowned.
"People eating people means things have entered the final stage. Large numbers are starving to death, the last scraps of food at home are gone, and everyone is fleeing together. The corpses we've seen are people who died while fleeing."
"There's no one on the road now, which means the last wave of refugees has already left. Those who couldn't escape have died." Number Two frowned.
"Then let's hurry over. If we stay here, we'll starve to death sooner or later." Number Three urged.
Wen Sheng nodded.
Soon, the four braved the scorching heat and continued toward the town.
Half a day later, they finally arrived.
It was lunchtime, yet not a single household had smoke rising from its chimney.
They knew that even families with food did not dare let any cooking smoke show.
There were no pedestrians on the town's streets.
Every so often, they heard birds calling. They were crows.
They cautiously entered the town.
Some houses along the street had their doors wide open, obviously abandoned.
They entered one of them