The four of them saw a vertical crack open up on Chen Xuan's face, stretching from his forehead to his chin, with both roaming eyes swallowed by this fissure.
This terrifying sight made them involuntarily shiver, but at least no one screamed.
Lord Xuan... should be smiling, right? Ma Shun thought.
But no matter what, the family was at least still alive... at least, they looked alive.
The fire in the kitchen was lit, followed by boiling water and adding meat. The seasonings were pitifully sparse, with only a bit of salt and a few bay leaves.
Yet as the scent of meat wafted in, the sound of swallowing filled the room.
"Is this... really deer meat..." Ma Dashu murmured, "The last time I ate it was when Hunter Zhang's son got married."
"It's a pity all the trees at the foot of the mountain have been cut down, and the deer are all gone," Luo Xinghua nodded in agreement, "Thanks to... the true man's blessing, we can taste meat again..."
