Xinyou Snake Soup

Many pieces of common knowledge we took for granted had actually been distilled from the observations, research, and experiments of countless people.

The world Owl and Sa lived in was still extremely backward. No such people existed there, so much common knowledge that we took for granted had never been summarized. They did not know many very simple patterns and had no way of noticing anything unusual.

Although Goya's heartbeat differed from everyone else's, in Owl's eyes, it was merely somewhat unusual, not a major problem.

Because no one had told him what range a normal person's heartbeat should fall within, or that exceeding or falling short of it meant one was not human.

With the slave-trading party clearing a path through thorns and brambles ahead, Owl and Sa had nothing to do but follow behind. The road had already been made for them.

Every so often, Owl could even pick up snake carcasses killed by the slave traders along the way. Unfortunately, ingredients such as wild rabbits would be taken away even after being killed, rather than left behind.

As the blazing sun gradually slanted westward, the slave-trading party stopped beneath a massive boulder to rest. They even lit a bonfire, skinned and gutted their prey, then skewered it on wooden sticks and set it beside the flames.

Under normal circumstances, slave-trading parties would not light fires, nor would they roast food, since that could easily give rise to unforeseen complications.

But this slave-trading party was fairly strong. Ordinary animals that encountered them would only become rations to fill their bellies, so they were unusually bold. Meanwhile, in the dense forest several hundred meters away, Owl began cooking as well.

Since he had gotten two snakes, he planned to make snake soup this time.

The snakes' heads had long