After Bai Junjun reminded him, he recalled that there was a can of salt yet to be distributed. While everyone was present, Lame Man Uncle decided to head toward the tube-shaped building.
But Bai Junjun grabbed him suddenly.
"No need, let’s eat first," she said.
Lame Man Uncle looked at Bai Junjun, who had been holding the eagle meat for him, and remembered that he was indeed disabled, relying on his crutch to move around. It was uncertain whether everyone would have finished eating by the time he returned.
Lame Man Uncle suppressed his urge and sat down again, taking the meat from Bai Junjun.
The moment he took the meat, Lame Man Uncle felt the cold gleam of the Dagger again and couldn’t help but sigh, "This Dagger of yours is really sharp."
"It’s decent," Bai Junjun said, quite satisfied as she pulled out a Leviathan Skin handkerchief and wiped it.
Under the wipe of the Leviathan Skin, the oil-stained Vermilion Demon gleamed with a chill light again. Bai Junjun blew on it satisfied and then sheathed it back into the pitch-dark Sword Scabbard.
However, Lame Man Uncle vaguely saw some words engraved on the blade as it returned to the scabbard.
But it was too dark for him to see clearly.
It must have been the name of some Swordsmith or the trademark of a forge.
After all, nowadays, whether a Great Sword Master or a simple blacksmith, they all liked to engrave their names on their work.
Lame Man Uncle didn’t think much about it and began eating the meat seriously.
The moment the meat touched his lips, he was stunned.
This eagle meat was another flavor compared to the previous night, yet, though different, it was equally delicious.
He finally understood why Bai Junjun had told him not to rush to get the salt. It seemed she had already added salt.
Lame Man Uncle, like everyone else, devoured his food, and right then, Bai Sasa came over with a bowl of soup for him.
"Lame Man Uncle, have some soup to warm your stomach. It’s made from the bones of the Man-eating Eagle," she said.
"Uh, thank you," Lame Man Uncle felt warmed to the core being fed by these two girls.
He couldn’t help but think of his junior sister, not knowing where she was or if there was still a chance for them to reunite in this life.
Unaware of Lame Man Uncle’s sorrow, seeing him eating seriously, the two women went to do their own tasks.
Of course, Bai Sasa continued being her role of soup distributor, while Bai Junjun continued eating her salt-roasted eagle meat.
The world is big, but eating is foremost.
As everyone here finished eating, those there had already washed up.
After everyone had newfariously eaten and felt completely satisfied, they all comfortably sat around.
Seeing that everyone was present, Li Wenli, as the Spokesperson, found it a good opportunity to start the meeting.
Speaking of which, like Bai Junjun, Li Wenli had also been a figure behind the scenes, concealing his talent and name when Xiao Chan was around.
However, with Xiao Chan no longer by his side, and Bai Junjun being even more elusive, Li Wenli had no choice but to take on the role of Spokesperson.
The crowd had a good impression of this newcomer. Although he had only been there for two days, everyone had meat to eat during his time, which not everyone could achieve.
Especially since this meat was not ordinary meat, but from the Man-eating Eagle!
No one knew better than them how difficult the Man-eating Eagles were to deal with.
Why hadn’t they cleaned up the corpses in the tube-shaped building?
Telling more would be tears; it was all to contend with the Man-eating Eagles.
These Man-eating Eagles could rip off roofs, and their feathers could hardly be pierced even by bows and arrows.
They had no means to fight back, and resisting only resulted in being captured and dragged into their nests to be skinned alive.
The people had no choice but to hide in the tube-shaped building, but then they found that the Man-eating Eagles were attracted to both fresh and rotting flesh. After you hid in the tube-shaped building, the Man-eating Eagles could only track down meat by its scent.