Su Changxing looked at him, smiled slightly, and said, "I've been to the No-Man's Land before. It's terrifying in there; ordinary people can't survive. I'm lucky to have made it out alive."
Wu Qingsheng appeared surprised and said, "Chenxi and a few large organizations had been calling for people to enter, but I found it untrustworthy at the time, so I didn't go."
Su Changxing shook his head and said, "No, I went in through other means."
There were seventy to eighty people here, and a pot of meat porridge wasn't nearly enough. They needed to cook several pots, but Wu Qingsheng and his group had enough food.
It seemed they had transferred some of the food in advance using the item transfer function on their phones.
Su Changxing also got a bowl. Although he wasn't lacking in food, it was nice not to have to do it himself.
"Aren't you going to eat some, weihuo?"
Holding a bowl of meat porridge, Su Changxing turned to look at the monk and asked.
