While Li Qingming upheld environmental principles, in a camp on the western side of the jungle, about 30 disheveled members of the green neophyte organization were frantically rummaging through supplies in the morning light. Even the presence of their companions' desiccated corpses lying around haphazardly didn't affect their appetites.
"Don't eat all the canned food..."
"Give me a bag of bread!"
"Ah... the water's gone bad... it tastes awful..."
"Share the dried tofu!! That's all the protein we have left!!"
The scene of scrambling for food was intense, but those who actually managed to get something good to eat were silent, simultaneously eating and watching their surroundings vigilantly, scared that some monster would jump out at any moment.
Just then, someone stared at the river in the distance and shouted.
"Hey!!! Is that a person or what?"
