The man didn't know much beyond that.
His position in the Blood Words was low. Before being transported, he was a salesperson for a corporate management consulting firm in Hongding Mansion.
In simple terms, he made phone calls to sell financial products and insurance.
After being transported, he survived the most chaotic period in Hongding Mansion, tagging along with the main group until he ended up in the current area.
"You've eaten the meat, haven't you?"
The man's eyes darted away, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "No," he said, his voice dry. "That stuff... I've never even touched it."
Qin Ziwen said nothing, his gaze falling to the man's hands. The man subconsciously tried to hide them behind his back.
"But I've heard," Qin Ziwen said flatly, "that basically everyone who survived in this building has eaten it. I also saw the limbs hanging in that room. If you only ate it once, why is there still jerky being dried?"
