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"": ""I think Xiao Shan's hungry too. This lamb is fresh-good meat." Old Kong glanced at Luo Bin again and said, "Eating it will definitely help your wounds heal."
"Thanks, Uncle Kong, but Dad and I aren't eating." Luo Bin forced a smile. "Uncle Kong, you'd better not..."
"All right, I'll go have a little myself, then. Haha, you know, I haven't eaten lamb in years. It smells so good it's almost making me dizzy." Old Kong laughed, cutting Luo Bin off at just that moment.
He turned and hurried toward You Jiang.
Last night, everyone had been on edge.
Today, they actually knew of one more danger. Another person had died, and three more were missing.
In theory, they should have been even more cautious tonight.
And that had indeed been the case: everyone had been terrified before entering the Underground Room.
But amid the clamor now, that fear had vanished entirely, and the lively chatter grew louder still.
Those at the front of the line were already eating meat skewers.
There were no seasonings, not even salt, yet everyone ate with relish, their mouths slick with grease.
Luo Bin kept swallowing, finding the sight of You Jiang slicing meat strangely satisfying.
At the same time, the struggle inside him grew more agonizing.
Were they eating sheep, or people?
Was You Jiang seeing a sheep right now, or a person?
Could simply sharing lamb with everyone really produce such a delighted expression?
Even dead, the Two-Legged Sheep had made him momentarily see a human. Was this really safe?
Luo Feng pulled out a cloth pouch, took out a dry flatbread, and handed it to Luo Bin.
Luo Bin stuffed it into his mouth and chewed, then took out the waterskin he carried and had a