Before long, a group of people in white protective suits slowly approached, pushing carts.
Several large cylindrical wooden barrels were stacked on the carts.
Their expressions were cold and indifferent. Without saying a word, they pushed the carts to the middle of the street.
They did not even need to call out. The zombie-like people around them quickly rose to their feet one after another and charged toward them like madmen.
"Soul Meat!"
"Give me meat!"
"Move! Don't block the way!"
The previously lifeless street seemed to come alive in an instant as countless beggars with green-glowing eyes swarmed forward.
Crack!
A sharp whip cracked through the air, accompanied by waves of miserable screams as many beggars were whipped to the ground.
A man in a protective suit shouted, "Line up! Get in line!"
Like he was training dogs, he cracked his whip while barking orders.
The beggars seemed to have muscle memory. After a brief commotion, they immediately formed a long line.
Only then did the man in the protective suit lift the lid off a barrel. With a casual scoop, he fished out a chunk of meat dripping with white fluid.
The meat was palm-sized and cut with remarkable precision, as if by machine. There was not a trace of meat grain visible on it. It was entirely deathly pale, as though it had been soaked in hydrogen peroxide.
The man began handing out the meat. Every beggar who received some stuffed it straight into their mouth without hesitation and chewed greedily, splattering white fluid all over themselves.
"So this is Soul Meat?" Ghost Clown swallowed. "It looks disgusting, but I really want to try it... Thanks, Yiyi."
Huh!?
Everyone froze. Why was he suddenly thanking Yiyi?
They turned around and saw that, at some point, Ghost Clown