Edited by Aelryinth
Darkness gradually shrouded the vast lands in the beast world.
Zhang Che and his teammates were sitting around a bonfire, each of them holding a piece of compressed biscuit in their hand, the corners of their mouths filled with crumbs.
Although the taste of compressed biscuits was a little lacking, they were filling. They went about for an entire day, and were finally a few dozen kilometers into the hunting zone. Their stomachs were long aching from hunger. Who cared if the compressed biscuits were tasty?
Only Zhang Che was looking at the compressed biscuit in his hand silently, at a loss for words.
Eating just this tiny bit of food wouldn't even be able to fill a corner of his appetite. Not only that, he felt as if his intestines were revolting as the food entered his system. If he didn't have a proper meal, his stomach might even digest him!