At first, everyone had crowded into the cramped space, each guarding the pitiful little supplies in their arms...
Some trembled.
Some kept their guard up against one another.
Others schemed about how to guilt-trip their teammates into parting with a few things.
Few had paid any attention to Yang Yong and his two companions.
But after that woman's shout, everyone looked over.
Then a sight appeared that made everyone's eyes burn with envy...
The food Yang Yong's group had seemed inexhaustible.
That big oaf Liu Hong grabbed five or six white flatbreads in one hand and stuffed the whole handful into his mouth as though they were beans, gulping them down.
The crisp crunching carried intermittently through the deathly silent space, tormenting everyone with an empty stomach.
Just then, the woman quickly swallowed the tiny bit of food in her hand and actually walked straight toward Yang Yong's group.
It was pitch-black all around, and the others could barely see by the meager light of their flashlights.
Only Yang Yong had Night Eye, allowing him to see every corner of the Bone House clearly.
He noticed the woman the moment she took her first step.
"Need something?"
Yang Yong's voice was as cold as a blade.
Yet the woman seemed completely deaf to the wariness and killing intent in his tone, and shamelessly came closer.
"Um... could you give me something to eat?"
Before Yang Yong moved or Wang Ying could react, Liu Hong had already casually picked up a Ghost Hand Mushroom flatbread and held it out.
"Here."
"Thank you, thank you."
The woman took the flatbread and devoured it in huge bites, choking so badly that her eyes rolled back.
Liu Hong handed her his water as well.
After finishing, the woman bowed deeply to Liu Hong, then