"Wang Qiu, how did you come out?" The middle-aged man noticed this and, disregarding Shen Luo, threw down the debris in his hand and went up to the man.
The man called "Wang Qiu" seemed to have a severe illness and was unsteady on his feet. After being supported by the middle-aged man, he stopped and looked over at Shen Luo.
His gaze scanned Shen Luo a few times before he said:
"Young man, my family has also suffered a calamity. We fled here to cure my illness. We really don't have much food left. Fortunately, we managed to hunt some game a few days ago. If you don't mind, feel free to share some."
"Wang Qiu..." the middle-aged man hurriedly called out.
"Times are tough, and it's not easy for anyone. Saving a life would count as accumulating some virtue," Wang Qiu shook his head and said.
"Accumulating virtue is pointless when you're in this state..." The middle-aged man said bitterly.
"Thank you," Shen Luo immediately responded.
