Now that there are enough people, the aftermath doesn't require my involvement.
Thus, Shu Yu returned to the room where Meng Pei was. As soon as she entered, the first thing she saw was Jiang Kuanyu lying on the ground, eyes rolled back.
She paused, "Dead?"
Meng Pei nodded. He was sitting next to Uncle Meng, and his expression seemed somewhat complicated, his spirit not in the best of shape.
Shu Yu was quite surprised. What had Uncle Meng managed to extract from Jiang Kuanyu, to look like this?
She opened her mouth but ultimately didn't ask more. Instead, she handed something to Meng Pei, "Uncle Meng, I just went to the kitchen and got some food and drink. You haven't eaten well for the past two days, have something to fill your stomach first."
It was all soft pastries, easy to digest and quite appetizing.
Meng Pei's stomach was numb with hunger, driven only by the spirit to rescue Uncle Meng.
