"Why aren't you dead?"
Han Zhan couldn't help but ask.
Tong Yi scratched his head, seemingly unsure how to answer the question.
"Should we... be dead?"
This... Han Zhan wanted to nod, but after some thought, it seemed inappropriate.
"Don't worry, as long as we don't go out at night, we won't die. The Star Official will protect us."
At this moment, Tong Er patted his chest confidently and said.
Regarding the topic of resurrection, Han Zhan did not inquire further.
After stepping out of the room, along the way, he saw many of those who were selected last night, swallowed by the giant mouth.
Just like the two little boys, they were all resurrected.
After two days of interaction, Han Zhan gradually became familiar with everyone.
The work here is quite simple; most people are assigned to feeding and planting.
Han Zhan learned that places like theirs are uniformly called "grain storages."
