"Wangqiu, why did you come out?" Seeing this, the middle-aged man didn't care about Shen Luo, threw down the rubble in his hand, and rushed towards the man.
The man called "Wangqiu" seemed to be seriously ill and walked unsteadily. After being supported by the middle-aged man, he stopped and looked towards Shen Luo.
He looked at Shen Luo several times and said:
"Little brother, my family has also suffered a tragedy. We fled here to treat my illness. We really don't have much food left. We managed to hunt some game a few days ago. If you don't mind, come and share some."
"Wangqiu..." the middle-aged man called out hurriedly.
"Life is difficult and nothing is easy. Being able to save someone's life is considered a good deed." Wang Qiu shook his head slightly and said.
“Looking like this now, there’s no point in accumulating good deeds…” the middle-aged man said with a bitter look on his face.
"Thank you very much." Shen Luo immediately bowed.
"Come on, follow us in." Wang Qiu said, and with the help of the middle-aged man, he turned and walked towards the inner courtyard.
Shen Luo turned his gaze slightly, looked around the scene in the courtyard, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.
He followed the two people in front of him, walked through the collapsed middle courtyard, came to the relatively intact backyard, and walked into the main house where light was coming out.
Walking to the door, Shen Luo wrinkled his nose slightly and smelled an indescribable strange smell, a bit of damp and rotten smell, and an inexplicable fishy smell. In short, it made people feel very uncomfortable.
As soon as he entered the house, he saw a bonfire in the middle of the dilapidated house. Three or four people were sitting around the fire, all looking up at Shen Luo.
Those people were dressed in rags, and their exposed skin on their arms and cheeks was covered with a layer of gray-black scabs, which looked like some serious skin disease.
In the eyes of these people, vitality accounted for less than one-tenth, and the rest was all despair and death. They looked numb and confused.
Shen Luo felt uncomfortable all over as they stared at him. He smiled awkwardly and bowed to them.
When those people saw this, they didn't look away, and didn't even blink.
"This is... By the way, what's your name, little brother?" Wang Qiu asked.
"My name is Shen Jiacheng." Shen Luo said hurriedly.
"Brother Shen is also a poor man who has suffered from adversity. We will help him in any way we can." Wang Qiu explained to the others.
After hearing this, those people withdrew their gazes. One of them even moved his butt a little further inside to make some space for Shen Luo.
After Shen Luo sat down, he noticed that there was an iron pot on the campfire in front of him. In it was stewing some unknown kind of meat. The black broth in the pot was bubbling and emitting thick mist.
"Brother Shen, don't be disgusted. This is the fox meat we hunted a few days ago. We smoked and roasted it for easy preservation. We'll use it to make soup and eat it these days." Wang Qiu explained when he saw this.
"It doesn't matter. It's not easy to have a stutter at this time of year, so how can I be picky?" Shen Luo shook his head and said.