[Hard black bread *2 mildly rotten venison *1 Level 3 water = sweet venison porridge *1 (a pot of serving is a good product for replenishing qi and blood, enough to rejuvenate people!)]

"Sure enough, black bread has to be eaten on a synthesis platform. Even without venison, it can be synthesized into porridge. The effect is much better than bread, otherwise I would have to kill myself in the house..."

Colin muttered in his heart, I'm afraid that the fate of many people has come to an end on the first day alone.

Without thinking too much, Colin looked at the two subordinates whose eyes were almost shining and gave them a bowl of spoon each:

"In fifteen minutes, after eating, we will continue to explore."

Holding the venison porridge that was sent by the lord himself, the two slaves were moved to tears.

In their vague memory, as slaves, they had to work a day just to get some food that could not be filled, and then they could get a bread that was probably moldy, acidic and mixed with soil under the whip.

Before this, the two-meter slaves felt that the food that Colin would give them should be the bread.

That hard black bread.

Even though it is as hard as a stone, it is still a rare delicacy for them.

Because, it really doesn’t get moldy or smelly, and it’s likely that it doesn’t even have sand or soil!

But what the two slaves did not expect was that Colin actually asked the two of them to drink porridge directly, not the kind of "rice porridge" that could not see a grain of rice in a bowl!

Even meat is put inside!

The sweet meat porridge was sucked into the mouth, and the fragrance and vitality filled my heart in an instant. The slave felt the beauty of life for the first time.

But as they drank, their eyes began to turn red and moist, their mouth muscles became a little sore and stiff, and they had the urge to cry.

The two of them were filled with gratitude and touching.

...It's been almost three minutes, and it seems that it's okay. Collin observed the personal information of the two and found that there was no special status, such as [poisoning] and [coma], and then he felt relieved to drink thick porridge.

I just don’t understand why a “pastor who suffers—confession” has a venison meat that pops up, but this does not prevent him from eating it.

Just eat carefully.

At this time, Colin heard the two servants' voices hoarsely and said, "Lord, you are such a good person."

This is their heartfelt voice and has nothing to do with the system.

"Yes, is that..." Colin looked at the porridge in the pot with guilt.

After the three of them had a bowl, there was only half a bowl left in the stone pot.

Colin seemed to remember something, looked at the slave Er, and looked at the wound on his arm that was one centimeter deep:

"You have been injured for me, and there is not much left in the pot. I will give you half a bowl to recover from your injury."

When I was in "intention" before, the "distorted body" had not attacked me, but was blocked by the slave Er.

Don’t look at how happy Colin cut behind him, if it weren’t for him, he would definitely be inevitable if he didn’t say he had a fall.

For this reason, Slave Er's arm was damaged.

If you don’t say anything else, you must do the rewards and punishments clearly, right?

So Colin was not stingy either.

"Lord, how can this be done? Fighting for you and dying for you is the mission of a slave. The first priority is to ensure your physical strength..."

The slave second wanted to refuse, but under Collin's "stern" gaze, he ate the "three" big bowl with tears.

"I don't know what other survivors are doing now."

When eating, Colin was really not used to not watching anything.

He took out the scroll of unknown leather texture and brushed it up.

While tasting delicious venison porridge, brushing the regional chat channel.

"I'm so hungry. My throat is almost smoking. I beg for food. As long as there is something to eat, you can do anything you want me to do, wuwu..."

"Sorry, I can't help you. Now no one knows how to light the lights. There is no way to go out to explore, let alone give alms."

"Oh, I know that people won't say it. There are 1,000 people in one area. This is a game of life and death. How could anyone be so kind?"

"If you can't help it, you can go and eat slaves, they won't resist..."

"They are living lives. How can they eat this? What if, what if..."

"What if I get infected with the abdominal virus?"

"Just don't eat your brain..."

"But, they? Are your two servants a girl? It seems that you should be a girl, otherwise there wouldn't be female servants... Alas, I feel that there is more useless knowledge."

"Girl, no longer interested."

"Don't hesitate to eat. If you don't eat, you will be starved to death like a survivor on a brother's regional channel on the World Channel. If you can live one day, come on..."

"Don't brag upstairs and intimidate people to eat people! I tell you, you can't starve to death on the first day, everyone's physical fitness is consistent, and they may starve to death after tonight..."

"I want to eat black bread and drink water..."

"..........roll."

...

He was talking about eating people again...Colin's mouth twitched, and his stomach rolled.

I don’t know who led the trend, which made the chat channel chaotic.

But Collin knew that most of these people were talking, because if they didn't leave the wooden house, their physical energy would not be too severe.

At least, there is no problem with staying up until night.

So before that, most people should not be so extreme. As for whether that small group of people did such a thing, Colin had no idea.

"After that being said, since this is a global game, among billions of humans, even if only one in ten thousand have discovered the method of lighting the lamp, there are at least 10,000 people. Is there not a single person willing to disclose the method among these ten thousand people? Or will it be warned or... erased once it is said?"

Colin frowned and thought for a while, but had no clue, could not get a prompt, and could not think of any answer.

Forget it, drink some porridge first to suppress your shock.

After drinking the porridge in one sip, Colin opened the [Backpack] and checked his gains this time.

I could review what I got when drinking porridge, but I thought there was someone meat inside, so I didn't do that.

After all, he is not those medical students, and his psychological tolerance is not that great, so he can't eat while decomposing.

In normal times, Colin didn't even dare to kill a chicken.

But unexpectedly, the chat channel is not much better than a backpack.

"The two things are almost useless, 'filthy bones' and 'rotten meat'..."

Colin looked at it and found that these two things were different from venison, and they came from the "confessional pastor".

The tip says that the bones can be ground into powder and fertilized. The meat pieces can be eaten like venison when cooked, although they may cause stomach discomfort...

The question is, the "confessional pastor" was obviously a human being during his lifetime, so how could he continue to eat?

There are also people who are ashes as fertilizer, which is much more irritating than shit and urine.
Chapter completed!