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The can of Nutritional Fresh Meat Canned Food was a mix of various meats, and while it was safe for human consumption, it was not recommended as a staple food due to its poor taste. Each time it was opened, it seemed to burst forth in boxes, defying the law of conservation of energy. Could a single corpse really yield so much canned meat?
Holding the can, Ye Wumeng felt a twinge of curiosity about what it might taste like. With his thumb pressing against the pull tab, he exerted a bit of force.
The contents revealed themselves before him: various bits of meat floating in an unidentifiable liquid. Surprisingly, it looked somewhat appetizing, glistening with oil. He took a piece and placed it in his mouth.
Damn, he had been fooled!
A texture reminiscent of jerky that had been dried for a thousand years greeted him—extremely tough and chewy. Ye Wumeng ground his back teeth together for several minutes before finally managing to swallow it, his eyes twitching as he stared at the words "Fresh Meat" on the can, lost in thought.
Was there some misunderstanding on his part regarding "Fresh Meat"?
Nevertheless, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, he pinched his nose and finished the entire can. I hope this doesn’t give me diarrhea.
Oh well, whatever.
Yawning, Ye Wumeng quickly checked the entire house for any anomalies before returning to the third floor and dozing off at the table.
The next day, Ye Wumeng woke up early. It seemed that since arriving in this place, he had been sleeping less and less. Shaking his head, he listened to the commotion outside; he knew that the refugees were arriving with corpses in tow.
He cleared the table and chairs into storage (after all, that was all he had), then brought the table back out on the first floor. He set down several boxes of Nutritional Fresh Meat Canned Food along with some large black Body Bags before opening the door.
By the way, these Body Bags were also in abundance.
After all, he couldn’t very well handle corpses in front of these people; he would have to store them away for now and deal with them later that night.
"Hey, the door's open!"
"Hey, is it true that we can trade for food?"
"I've got two fresh corpses here! Hey, why are you all looking at me?"
A crowd of refugees gathered at the entrance, creating a chaotic scene that blocked the doorway completely.
Ye Wumeng's gaze turned icy as he raised his hand and fired a shot into the empty space!
Bang!
The loud noise silenced the crowd, and everyone turned to look at the cold-faced Ye Wumeng, obediently closing their mouths.
"Line up! Anyone who makes noise will be killed on the spot! Later, come here and take a Body Bag to pack your corpses and put them in the corner of the room. Anyone who dirties the floor will be killed!"
"One corpse gets you two cans; small corpses like Corpse Rats get you one can; larger ones get you three cans. Anyone who tries to take more will be killed!"
The threat of "killed on the spot" was indeed quite intimidating.
Although it was unlikely he would actually be so ruthless, they all understood that in this apocalypse, refugees were not considered human.
Everyone swallowed hard and obediently approached the table to grab bags for packing the corpses.
The trading was in full swing. Once they received their canned meat, the refugees chose to open them right there, squatting beside the shop to eat.
After all, if they took it back, it would surely be stolen. Here, with Ye Wumeng present, no one dared to act recklessly.
"This is canned food?"
"Oh my! It's Canned Meat!"
"Meat! Hahaha, it's actually meat!"
One of the younger men asked nervously, "Is there human flesh in this?"
As one tall and thin man opened a can of Canned Meat, he glanced back at Ye Wumeng, who was sitting calmly in his chair, and said apprehensively.
The other refugees also turned to look at Ye Wumeng.
Human flesh was their last resort on the menu of survival. After all, relying on Lanstad's relief meals could barely keep them alive. Unless they were truly desperate, they would only gnaw on the bodies of unknown unfortunate souls found on the roadside and force themselves to swallow despite feeling sick.
Although, even if there were human flesh inside, they would still consume it, deep down they hoped that the can contained no human meat. They sought just a bit of psychological comfort. Ha, in this world, do you think I'm doing charity?
Turning the Mark III in his hand, he spoke calmly. The crowd fell into a brief silence before they resumed their fervent discussions.
Finish the canned food and then survive. This was their only thought.
Ye Wumeng looked at the half-filled room that continued to accumulate bodies and shook his head. If there was no human flesh inside, how could I explain all these human corpses? Even if there wasn’t, this can must be claimed to contain it.
The exchange lasted for several hours, and the first floor was packed to the brim, leaving almost no space to stand. It was about time to close up shop.
Ye Wumeng glanced at the sky; it was still noon. Indeed, food had an overwhelming allure for the refugees.
Alright, closing time! Without caring for the other refugees still waiting in line, Ye Wumeng stood up and closed the door behind him, stretching his neck outside.
Is the sky going to change? A thin refugee holding a black Body Bag asked with a trembling voice.
Ye Wumeng raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms with a smile. Of course, once I deal with this batch of corpses, we’ll reopen in the evening.
Hearing that they would reopen at night made everyone happy; some even found a spot under a tree to rest while holding onto their corpses. Those who had already exchanged their goods began to leave in search of more bodies or creating them themselves—some were Undead, while others were human.
Seeing this, Ye Wumeng shook his head. All he needed were corpses.
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