Early morning.
Chen Mu crawled out of the tent and stretched lazily.
He had flown in at a little after five and then fell back asleep. He felt utterly relaxed.
Daylight shone brightly, and people from the pioneering team gradually emerged from their tents one by one.
In the center of the campsite.
Old Yang stood in front of a large black vat that was half his height.
He picked up a basin of semi-coagulated Exotic Beast Blood and poured it in.
Then he took a scorched clay pot from the bonfire nearby and poured boiling hot water over the rim of the vat.
It was said that with the cooler weather, the insects became lazy and sleepy. Hot water was needed to heat up the vat to wake the insects up.
Chen Mu was curious and wanted to take a look, but he hesitated before stepping forward.
Having seen it once before, the sight of the vat full of wriggling insects was indeed quite unsettling.
"Better hurry up and wash up, then have breakfast," he mumbled to himself.
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