Chapter 52: Do Crazy People Roast Meat?

"When you eat roast chicken, do you like to start from the legs and wings, or from the chicken breast?"

"Of course the legs! If I don't eat, someone else will grab it." The food grabbing in the men's dormitory in the past was a legend of hungry wolves. However, He Lingchuan immediately reacted: "You mean, they were eaten by someone?"

Mao Tao picked up another bone from the ground: "This has traces of being burned by fire."

Not only eating people, but roasting them too. He Lingchuan suddenly felt his stomach churning.

Every time he thought he had adapted to this world, it broke his limits once again. "Are they crazy? Why eat their companions?"

"Not crazy." Nian Songyu dug out a few more broken bones, all half-charred. "Have you ever seen a crazy person set a fire to roast meat?"

Mao Tao also sighed: "Young Master, cannibalism is generally because they are extremely hungry."

There is little peace in this world. In years of famine, common people sold their children today and their wives tomorrow, and even exchanged children to eat; in times of war, it was common for armies to hold civilians as food reserves, called "two-legged sheep," and there were even generals who specifically wrote books teaching which parts of the human body were delicious and how to cook them.

Cannibalism has existed since ancient times, and it cannot be avoided even now.

"There is no water or food here; they were trapped to death!" Nian Songyu looked at Sun Fuping. "State Preceptor, what should we do?"

This Panlong City looks prosperous, but in fact, the living cannot ingest anything here. If they stay for a long time, they will either die of thirst or hunger.

If they can't find the Great Fang Hu, they will follow in the footsteps of the Baling Nation team! Sun Fuping, however, was very calm: "No matter, let's look again. Don't forget we still have something to rely on."

He was indeed very calm, maintaining the demeanor of an expert until now.

The old thing really has a trump card in his sleeve; this is probably why Nian Songyu dared to follow him deep into the adventure? He Lingchuan stared at these two people and found that Nian Songyu glanced at himself after listening.

This glance was subconscious; Nian Songyu withdrew his gaze after a glance, acting as if nothing had happened. But He Lingchuan's alarm bells rang loudly: "Why look at me? Could this life-saving means have something to do with me?"

Once this thought arose, his heart skipped two beats.

However, he thought again that it wasn't the final moment yet, and Sun Fuping probably wouldn't show his cards immediately? Relying solely on himself and Mao Tao, it was impossible to confront Sun and Nian. He Lingchuan made up his mind: once these two made a move, he would turn and run without a word. The Panlong Wasteland was so big that the two of them might not be able to find him.

But for now, the hope of success still rested on Sun Fuping.

He Lingchuan could almost smell the coming of the crisis, and his mind was more flexible than usual at this time: "They were reduced to cannibalism, so they must have stayed here for a long time. Didn't they research anything? If we can find it, it can save us a lot of effort."

He walked to the side of two large vats, where a lot of sundries were thrown, not like what should be in an ice cellar.

This made perfect sense, and Sun Fuping and Nian Songyu looked at each other and nodded.

The clothes and rags on the ground were about the same, and there were a few empty bottles and messy sundries. The four could determine that these were all relics of the Baling exploration team, but after searching around, they didn't see anything useful.

Sun Fuping, however, was not discouraged, stood up and said: "This cellar is only used for discarding remains; the person who ate them is not here. Let's search separately. You and Commandant Nian are a group." He pointed to Mao Tao.

"I'm in a group with Young Master He."

He Lingchuan's eyes flashed: "Why not split into four groups? It's easier to find with more people."

"There may still be unknown dangers in the city; it's not advisable to split up." After Sun Fuping finished speaking, Nian Songyu took Mao Tao and walked away.

Is this because he's afraid he'll hide somewhere alone? He Lingchuan became even more certain that these two were going to plot against him later, but he still had to be respectful to Sun Fuping: "State Preceptor, please."

……

Walking on the empty street, He Lingchuan couldn't help but ask Sun Fuping: "Even if we find the Great Fang Hu, can it really reverse the war situation and pacify the rebels at Woling Pass?"

"Theoretically, yes. Otherwise, why would we spend so much effort?" Sun Fuping walked very fast; it seemed there was no target on this road.

"If it's really that easy to use, why didn't Zhong Shengquan use it to fight back to the Western Luo Nation?" This question had been in He Lingchuan's mind for a long time. "As a result, he and the city residents remained in this enclave until they were surrounded and died."

"Divine objects like that have many restrictions on their use, or perhaps the god who bestowed the treasure had other plans."

"Then, what if we can't break these restrictions either?"

"No need for you to worry." Sun Fuping was confident. "As long as we find the Great Fang Hu, I have my own way to break the restrictions."

He Lingchuan was skeptical. The old man hadn't seen the Great Fang Hu, nor did he know what restrictions it had, yet he dared to guarantee he could solve them? It was like a doctor who hadn't even seen the patient, just asked about the symptoms, and could prescribe medicine without taking the pulse or checking the history.

And what he said was "break," which sounded like a forced removal.

Yet this old man didn't look weak at all.

Sun Fuping glanced at him, so He Lingchuan said: "After retrieving the Great Fang Hu, Father and we will be able to return to the capital. At that time, I will still need the State Preceptor to take care of us."

Sun Fuping smiled: "That goes without saying. You helped me retrieve the divine object; your contribution is immense."

"Commandant Nian seems to have some... misunderstanding with me," He Lingchuan coughed lightly. "Did I offend him somewhere?"

"The Xunzhou Shepherd led troops to quell the rebellion, so Commandant Nian probably has some concerns." Sun Fuping comforted him casually. "Young people can't hold their temper; if they don't sleep for a few nights, their temper gets hot and they aren't in a good mood."

He Lingchuan was a bit embarrassed: "Could I ask the State Preceptor to mediate?"

Does this kid finally know how to be in awe? But it's right for him to be afraid. For one thing, He Chunhua and the Black Water City army aren't here, and his past reliance is gone; for another, the He father and son have always dreamed of returning to the capital in brocade clothes. In that kind of place, how would a sesame-sized official dare to offend the Great General of the North? He should bow and scrape, and carefully get on good terms with people.

Thinking of this, Sun Fuping smiled even more gently: "A small matter."

He Lingchuan was indeed grateful: "Thank you, State Preceptor!"

At this time, the two had already left the Chen mansion for several dozen zhang, still with no gains. He Lingchuan jumped onto the roof by the road, muttering while looking: "If I were a Baling person, about to die of thirst and hunger, where would I go to try my luck?"

He also needed luck, otherwise, if he were trapped here for a long time, Sun and Nian might just use him and Mao Tao to satisfy their hunger once they ran out of food and water.

If it really came to that step, the one who would kill might be State Preceptor Sun. Although he looked kind and benevolent.

No, they would act early. After all, dry rations can be stored for a long time, while flesh and blood cannot.

It's more reasonable to eat the flesh and blood first and then gnaw on the dry rations, not to mention that meat is more fragrant, tender, and nutritious...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 53 =====