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The gaunt old man suddenly felt a pang of inexplicable panic.
But soon after, the panic dissipated without a trace, as if it were just a momentary illusion on his part.
The old man set his heart at ease, feeling a sudden onset of fatigue, and considering that dusk had fallen and the morrow would undoubtedly require an exhausting round of intense thought and complication, he decided to squint his eyes and nap for a while.
However, as he drifted between wakefulness and sleep, just as he was about to doze off, he suddenly felt hungry and couldn't help but take out several Fasting Pills from his storage bag and chew them...
But Mo Hua, watching from the side, grew increasingly shocked.
Because he could see clearly that what the gaunt old man was chewing on was not Fasting Pills, but his own fingers!
He was chewing on his fingers, putting them into his own mouth!
Blood was already dripping from the corners of his mouth.
The bones were showing through on his chewed fingers.
