Long Corridor

Han Fen was extremely meticulous. Worried that ordinary food and water would spoil within a month, she came up with a good solution that saved trouble, worry, and effort.

"Ten sheep and a huge pile of grass should be enough to feed them, right? I know the Dragon King has a dagger. Every few days, kill one, eat the meat, drink the blood, and use the fat to light lamps. We should save a little. I didn't know there would be so many people."

This was a hundred-step-long corridor, seven or eight feet wide. More than a dozen oil lamps burned along the walls. At the far end lay a pile of half-green, half-yellow wild grass, while ten sheep chewed gloomily, utterly unaware of their fate.

Gu Shenwei, Old Man Mu, Lü Mian, and Deng Yuanlei sat facing one another. They were all stunned when they heard Han Fen's plan. Only Gu Shenwei understood that she was serious.

Old Man Mu had seen quite a few Moonlight Hall disciples, but Han Fen was different from all the others. "You're joking, right?"

"No." Han Fen shook her head. "When I joke, it goes like this. Ahem, I'll tell you a joke. Once upon a time, there was a corpse..."

"Stop, stop." Old Man Mu believed her now. "I'll accept eating meat and drinking blood, but what about everything else? We don't even have the strength to eat grass. How are we supposed to kill sheep?"

"You were drugged with two kinds of anesthetic. Indra Incense can't be neutralized, but the paralysis drug will wear off in a few hours. By then, you'll be like ordinary people. Killing sheep shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"I'm not going to be an ordinary person!" Old Man Mu shouted, though he knew the protest would