Chapter 565: The Death of Mu Mengmeng

"Now is not the time, we'll talk after they leave tomorrow morning,"

Brother Chen kicked the frail Mu Yunle once more before he left the room with an expression of helplessness and sorrow.

"We thank you all who've passed by for understanding the survival methods we've reluctantly chosen. We'll head back to rest now,"

Having said this, Brother Chen walked into the shadows behind a row of wooden cabinets and left.

No one answered him, and though the expressions varied in the dark, the sighs did not cease.

"Damn it, I'm going to have nightmares tonight,"

Xu Mingliang grumbled under his breath. He considered himself brave and resilient, but recalling how he had greedily sniffed that unforgettable scent of meat and salivated, he wished he could slap himself.

Bai Ying stopped talking too. Her mind was filled with the words of those villagers and the sensation of the little boy, Mu Yunle, gripping her clothes tightly.