Everyone will be full from now on.

The process of transferring ownership of the Endless Food Bag wasn't as complicated as Zhang Guangmu had imagined.

Money in hand, goods exchanged.

Zhang Guangmu gave Chu Fan a coin and took the Endless Food Bag from him. Suddenly, a string of script hints appeared in his mind.

[I've become the host of the Endless Food Bag!]

[This is truly a magical black technology creation...]

[With just a drop of my blood, it can create food equivalent to a person's daily intake!]

Zhang Guangmu remained expressionless throughout.

No sound or visual effects, just direct script hints. This was too much!

Having become the new host of the Endless Food Bag, Zhang Guangmu didn't dally. He arranged for someone to find him a single-blade razor, removed the sharp blade, and lightly pricked his finger.

Several drops of bright red blood fell into the plastic bag.

Poof!

The instant the blood was absorbed, a palm-sized piece of braised beef sprayed out of the Endless Food Bag.

Zhang Guangmu's eyes were quick, and he snatched it.

"Spicy..."

"This kind of heavy flavor isn't suitable for a patient. It would be even better if it were five-spiced."

While complaining, Zhang Guangmu's body was honest.

Driven by hunger, he took a bite of the brown braised beef.

A faint, subtle meat aroma wafted through the room.

Seeing him devour the food, Li Xiaoxiao suppressed the hunger pangs in his stomach, swallowed his saliva discreetly, and looked at Zhang Guangmu expectantly, "How does this meat taste?"

Zhang Guangmu instinctively replied, "Very moist."

This spicy beef, still warm from the braise, was perfectly tender and juicy. Its rich flavor, a delightful dance of numbing and spicy, made him crave a large bowl of white rice right then and there.

Li Xiaoxiao's eyes glazed over upon hearing this.

He thought he had gradually adapted to Zhang Guangmu's speaking style.

But the reality proved that he was still too young in front of this guy.

"The meat quality is good, chewy. Paired with steaming hot white rice, it's simply a delicacy!"

Zhang Guangmu quickly finished the braised beef, sighing, "What a shame, it was too little, not even enough to get stuck between my teeth."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Li Xiaoxiao, who was drooling with envy, "Good brother, you must be starving, right?"

"After we finish our business, I promise you'll eat until you're full."

"For now..."

Zhang Guangmu took off his service pistol, opened the safety, and aimed the muzzle at Chu Fan's forehead.

"Rest in peace."

In real life, a person doesn't need logic for anything they do.

But as a subconscious actor, when in a film world, Zhang Guangmu had to ensure his actions were logical and coherent to the audience.

Boss Zhao had died in the surprise attack launched by Chu Fan.

As the new king, he naturally had to avenge the first generation king; otherwise, it wouldn't make sense, either publicly or privately.

Zhang Guangmu knew that if he said any more nonsense, given Chu Fan's strong survival instinct shown earlier, he would most likely make a fool of himself, be utterly ruined, and never recover.

Leave a little room for maneuver, and you might meet again later.

Chu Fan was already miserable enough, so Zhang Guangmu decided to give him a quick release.

With the dark muzzle pointed at him, Chu Fan's heart pounded wildly, sweat poured down his body, and his pupils instantly dilated. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he heard a "bang," his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

Witnessing this scene, Li Xiaoxiao broke out in a light cold sweat on his forehead, his body tensed, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, unable to find a comfortable position.

After sending Chu Fan to meet Boss Zhao, Zhang Guangmu didn't pay much attention to Li Xiaoxiao, only murmuring, "A dead person settles their debts."

"It's just..."

"My promise has not yet been fulfilled."

Zhang Guangmu suddenly looked up, raised the Endless Food Bag, and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if observing the sun that had just risen in the morning through the bag, or as if he had reached a critical juncture in his life and was engaged in an intense internal struggle.

In the sky, Director Qian, who had transformed into a golden little lightball, focused almost all his attention on Zhang Guangmu.

He spoke as if in a dream, saying incomprehensible words, "You must overcome this hurdle!"

"Zhang Guangmu, whether this movie can soar to success and achieve a high score all depends on your final choice!"

The production team staff beside him listened, bewildered and confused.

Suddenly, a little black ball trembled all over, "Holy Shit! Did you forget what Chu Fan said before he died?"

"The Endless Food Bag only lives up to its name and spews out endless food, completely ending this apocalyptic hunger, if the host willingly jumps into it and sacrifices themselves!"

"If, I mean if..."

"Can we use Script Hints to induce Zhang Guangmu..."

Director Qian snorted and interrupted the assistant's speech: "Shut up! Although I, Qian Yiyuan, like to skirt the edges and often tread on red lines in my settings, getting fined and banned from filming are commonplace, but I'm not so depraved as to stoop to this level!"

"Young man, your thoughts are very dangerous, do you know that?"

"Inducing an actor to commit suicide through Script Hints is explicitly prohibited by Imperial law!"

"If you don't want to eat Prison Food, then I advise you to be careful with your words and actions in the future!"

"Cultivate your character before your skills!"

The method the assistant had just proposed was indeed feasible, but it violated the Imperial Iron Law and crossed Director Qian's moral bottom line.

Doing so would very likely leave the actor with severe after-effects, causing the actor to unconsciously develop self-destructive tendencies in reality, making them prone to self-harm at the slightest setback or trouble.

After throwing a tantrum and lecturing the assistant, Director Qian stared intently at the scene below: "Now, all we have to do is wait! Quietly wait for Zhang Guangmu to make his decision! Anything else is superfluous! Understand?"

The production team staff members responded in unison.

"Understood!"

"Got it! Don't worry, Director Qian!"

"Getting paid without doing anything, that's exactly our area of expertise!"

"I just checked some information. The real-life Zhang Guangmu lived a miserable life. He was abandoned by his parents at birth, and at the National Orphanage, he was diagnosed with a Genetic disease and depended on a Mutant cat... Speaking of which, isn't the worldview and setting of our film a bit too cruel?"

"Sigh... I suddenly feel a bit sorry for him."

While the director and the production team were indulging in their God's perspective, Zhang Guangmu had already begun to act.

Because of the miracle of "A drop of blood for a large piece of braised beef," survivors from the Changhe Camp were already standing outside the room.

Zhang Guangmu glanced at Li Xiaoxiao, then at Chu Fan's corpse on the ground. He opened the seemingly ordinary Plastic bag and placed it on the ground.

After doing this, he looked up, his gaze sweeping over the assembled camp members.

The faint morning sunlight shone through the doorway, falling on the Youth's face, making his already pale complexion appear exceptionally haggard.

Zhang Guangmu grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, his eyes curving like a Crescent moon.

"Everyone, from now on, you must eat your fill."

With that, Zhang Guangmu took a step forward, and his entire being was swallowed by the Endless Food Bag.

Puchi!

Blood splattered.

A heavy, unbearable stench of blood gradually spread.

The next moment...

The seemingly ordinary plastic bag, as if imbued with vibrant life force, suddenly transformed into a food fountain.

Canned food, instant noodles, sausages, rice, corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, flour, bread, cola, milk...

All sorts of food gushed out from the plastic bag, and Zhang Guangmu fulfilled his promise.

The "Endless Food Bag" finally lived up to its name.

Thank you, Where is my dried fish, for rewarding Zhang Guangmu with one chicken drumstick (100 Points)!

Thank you, Is this acceptable, for a reward of one hundred Points!

Thank you, Meng Yi Yang Xin, for rewarding Ma Ran with one chicken drumstick (100 Points)!

Thanks for the support!

Hehehe...

(▽) Little Friends, see you tomorrow!