There was a little dirt on it. It was still fresh.
Along the way, Thirty Thousand would show Mo Yuan any wild fruits he saw to see if they were poisonous. If they weren't, he would pick some.
No one ate, except for him.
After entering the fog, he did not dare to run around again. He had already finished his stockpile. If this was the first time they had passed through, the core would not be here.
Shen Yijia inexplicably felt a chill down her spine, as if someone was blowing into her ear.
Whoosh.
She shuddered and jumped onto Song Jingchen's body. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she buried her face in his neck.
Song Jingchen almost lost his balance because of her sudden actions. He took a few steps back to stabilize himself.
Realizing their posture, his ears burned. He coughed dryly and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There's a ghost!" Shen Yijia's voice was low, and Song Jingchen could only hear her breathing.
