"I'd rather we all rush into the village together."
"Okay, Xiao Yuan, you decide."
Li Zhiyuan looked at the Feng Shui again, but ultimately could not figure anything out, and had to say: "Everyone check your pockets, see if there's any snacks or candy left, give them all to Brother Runsheng."
There were some, but not much, just enough to fill the gaps between Run Sheng's teeth. He lit ten sticks of incense, chewing them all up and swallowing them, along with a bunch of grass and leaves he pulled up.
This behavior was somewhat fierce, but he did it to give himself a sense of fullness.
Actually, incense, to him, was like a seasoning; he could hardly get any energy from it. Maybe what little he could get was not enough to digest the incense.
But regardless, Run Sheng's belly indeed started bulging.
"Xiao Yuan, I'm ready!"
"Let's go, into the village before it gets dark."
