"It's just that our own food doesn't fill us up."
They had tried eating what they'd brought, but it did nothing to alleviate the hunger.
"This place is probably a trap. If these mouse servants feel the same way as we do... once we're ready, they might get angry and have reason to attack us."
Number Six said, standing by the solving approach.
Everyone nodded.
They were lucky to have a puzzle solver like Number Six come in, helping them avoid many potential pitfalls.
"But we have to cook... whether it's to fill our stomachs or to prevent attacks from these mouse servants, we have to make a meal to eat here."
"But where will the real ingredients come from?"
Yang Zhu asked this question with a serious expression.
At this moment, the black mist that shrouded Yang Genshuo in front of the post station had already dissipated, allowing him to observe everything about the post station fully, and he could open the character cards for each mouse servant.
