Speaking of which, Xu Hao has really been through the wringer these days.
Two weeks ago, after Fang Cheng got rid of Jiang Chen, he left him at Ancient Locust Village to assist Cheng Jiashu with follow-up matters.
That broken village was usually devoid of people, and at night, besides the rustle of wind through leaves, there was the howling of beasts from the mountain woods.
With no internet or signal in the village, he could only hold a broken radio to listen to static or squat by the well watching Cheng Jiashu go back and forth.
As for food, it was even more tragic.
Jiang Chen had drained the villagers' essence blood, causing all of them to perish, so naturally, nobody was firing up the village's kitchen.
He neither understood Cooking Skill nor knew any methods.
For three meals a day, he could only eat instant noodles with sausages bought by Cheng Jiashu, leaving his mouth tasting weird.
