บท 748: Corridor

Han Fen was very thoughtful. She was worried that the mediocre food and water might go bad in a month, so she had come up with a supposedly good method to spare her prisoners from some needless worry and fatigue.

"There are ten sheep here. This large pile of grass should suffice. I know that the Dragon King has a dagger on him, so just kill one of the sheep every few days; you can eat their meat, drink their blood, and refuel the lamp with their fat – be sparing with them though, since I didn't expect that there would be so many of you."

They were thrown into a long corridor about a hundred steps in length and seven to eight feet in width, with ten or so oil lamps lining the walls. At the end of the corridor, there was a bale of hay that had a half-green, half-yellow color, and ten sheep were duly chewing on it, unaware of their predestined fate.