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A buffet where you didn't have to fear overeating, where you could indulge in anything you wanted to eat, could solve any unhappiness.
The satisfaction brought by that fullness was the purest, the most irreplaceable.
Yu Ziqing was in a good mood now, and the starving ghosts were even happier; they had waited for this feast, where they could eat to their heart's content, for a long time.
They had waited for the summons, waited to exert their strength, and had waited for a long time.
This was a carnival for the starving ghosts. Those crazed starving ghosts, most of whom had been starving ghosts for a long time in their previous lives, had been tormented by hunger to the point of losing their rationality; even becoming hungry ghosts hadn't improved their situation much.
They were like a frenzy of mindless zombies, one stacking upon another, surging, tumbling, drowning all the Devils ahead, strangling, tearing them apart, devouring them.
