He glanced at the leather bag at the waist of the corpse out of the corner of his eye. With a flick of his long sword, the leather bag fell into his hand. It was a whole bag of jerky. He pulled out a piece and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth, wolfing it down.
The jerky was very tough. An ordinary person would probably only leave a mark on it even if they broke their teeth.
But to Chen Shouyi, it only felt slightly hard.
The hard jerky was continuously bitten and ground down by his teeth, swallowed into his mouth, piece after piece disappearing rapidly.
Feeling the hunger in his stomach gradually fade away, he let out a long breath.
His previously depleted strength also began to slowly recover.
Chen Shouyi tossed aside the now-empty leather bag, shook his neck, producing a "creak" of crisp sound, and grinned fiercely, revealing a set of gleaming white, dense teeth:
"Since you don't dare to come, then I will!"
