Sun Hang suddenly remembered something. He hurried outside and examined the corpses of those "townspeople" on the street one by one.
Sure enough, every one of them had similar "holes" in their bodies—either somewhere in the esophagus or directly in the stomach...
For these "townspeople," any food they ate would leak out through those holes... No matter how much they ate, they could never ease their physical hunger...
But if that was the case, why had these anomalies, including the shop owner, fought so fiercely over food? That middle-aged woman had even risked offending the shop owner, who could kill her in an instant, just to snatch that piece of erkuai.
Sun Hang could not help recalling a crude verse he had seen online: "How deep can a man's sorrow be? Like a pack of eunuchs in a brothel."
Food was like the women in eunuchs' arms. They could look and touch, but they could not do anything of substance.
Ever since entering this town, Sun Hang had felt that these "people" were not quite normal.
They all possessed an almost fanatical obsession with "food," embodying the saying "birds die for food"—in the most literal sense.
Yet they could not digest the food at all, making their madness seem utterly meaningless. From Sun Hang's perspective as an observer, it was both ridiculous and tragic.
"That old lady... probably wasn't a resident of Maoyun Town, right?" Sun Hang pondered.
She had been far too generous... She had handed over precious food without hesitation, and the fifty cents she had stuffed into Sun Hang's hand was an enormous fortune...
If that old lady lived in Maoyun Town too, then she had to be some kind of local tycoon, right?
Sun Hang raised his head and looked around. He found that all the