Everyone inside and outside the vehicle looked at him.
Tong Chuan did not think much of it. "If it really comes down to the last desperate moment, forget Mutant Animals—even Aliens would have to be eaten. You have to survive somehow."
That was true, but the Aliens and Mutant Animals here ate one another. Aliens were no longer human, but they had once been human.
Tong Chuan snorted disdainfully. "What, are you planning to treat each other as emergency rations?"
That was another matter no one dared to speak of.
No one had forgotten the bones they had seen laid out on the stove in the residential house.
"Enough." Big Sister stopped Tong Chuan. "It has not come to that yet. More people might enter later, and they may bring food."
"Who would be like Xu and bring so much food out into the wilderness?" Tong Chuan retorted without thinking.
Everyone nearly suffocated at his words and hurriedly looked at Xu Huo's expression. Big Sister even gave Tong Chuan's arm a hard pinch, signaling him to shut up.
After two days together, they already knew Xu Huo had brought quite a lot of dry rations—food that kept well and was filling. He clearly had not come out for a trip. But whether he was merely passing through or had deliberately found this Dungeon had nothing to do with the other Players. As long as they had food to eat, they should keep their mouths shut.
It had actually been an insignificant remark, but Xu Huo now practically held all their lives in his hands. The meaning behind those words was magnified, becoming a factor that could affect their survival.
Xu Huo did not mind. He glanced at the sun and said, "Find somewhere to rest first."
The vehicle turned back.