The villagers were drinking porridge with bowls, squinting their eyes and admiring the black tornado.

After a while.

The bodies lying on the ground moved.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Some even sat up and sniffed their noses and smelled the scent of meat porridge that had gradually spread.

The villagers were stunned again.

The young man looked at the people who were resurrected from the dead.

He opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

The person who had joked about him had swallowed his saliva and said to him, "Look, now even the dead are alive. They have food to eat. You have nothing to eat. Are you happy?"

The young man snorted stubbornly.

Turn your head and leave.

After walking for less than two steps, I found that there seemed to be something in my stomach.

He suddenly felt a feeling of fullness that he had almost forgotten.

The stomach and intestines are rolling.

I couldn't help but burp.

The aroma of a mouthful of braised beef noodles surged from the stomach sac and spurted out of the throat along the esophagus.

The young man quickly closed his mouth.

I was reluctant to let go of that tone.
Chapter completed!