After listening for a while, Chen Ying quietly descended, his waxy and emaciated face showing threads of despair.
The two people below saw his expression and clearly realized something, their expressions gradually becoming hopeless as well.
"They're still there, they're not planning to leave. What's on the North Slope? Are these beasts planning to stay here forever!"
"Even if they leave during the day, it doesn't matter. We can't get out. As soon as night falls, they come back and rest above, and we still can't escape."
"The Crystal Fruit ran out three days ago. The leather, dried grass, and tarpaulin we used before in the cave, everything edible is already eaten, and there are already children fainting from hunger."
"We can't go on like this, Father."
"The wood is about to run out too, the camp is about to start eating people, Father."
"Shut up, quiet!"
