"I'm so hungry!"
After sprinting madly, although Wang Hao had moved far away from Maoshan, the immense exhaustion left him even hungrier.
Hunger!
For the first time in his life, it seemed, Wang Hao hadn't eaten for such a long period.
Even when the apocalypse came, he never had an empty stomach.
He even tried searching through a few households.
Forget food, not even spices were left for him.
Who knows how many times this area has been searched by others.
After all, with their backs against Maoshan, where there were few monsters, even ordinary people dared to come out for supplies.
Even the damn floorboards were pried up for firewood.
"For crying out loud!"
Wang Hao felt like he was going insane.
Was he, a dignified Cultivator, to starve to death?
Isn't this the biggest joke ever?
Yet reality was that he found nothing.
As for water, he could still find a pond to drink from.
But food, he couldn't exactly eat dirt, could he?
