"Do you know how to get out of here?"
The little skeleton, Nan Qingyu, shook his head. "I don't know. When I came here, I was already dead. Everything here was designed by my father and mother."
Nan Qingyu looked at them. "Why do you want to go out? Can't you just stay here?"
Lu Xiaocha touched her stomach. "It's fine for you to stay here because you don't have to eat, but we have to eat. I'm already hungry!"
Her expression was a little devastated. It had been a long time since she had experienced hunger in this world. Now, she felt that she could eat a cow.
Nan Qingyu was stunned for two seconds before she suddenly remembered that humans had to eat.
He had been dead for thousands of years and had long forgotten about this.
He scratched his round bald head. "Ah… I forgot."
There was no more food in his ancient tomb. Even if there was, they definitely could not eat it now.
"Then look around. There should be an exit."
