The woman did not discover Bu Fang. Or rather, she paid no attention to him.
For the people who had entered District D, death was the only way out. However, Bu Fang naturally did not want to stay here. There was definitely something fishy about the food—it would strengthen the curse power. For these people, eating the food was tantamount to a slow death.
Bu Fang took out an oyster pancake and shoved it into his mouth. As soon as it entered his stomach, the cursed snake on his wrist screamed, shrinking further like snow in summer. Then, he left the place with Foxy and Shrimpy.
The distribution of food did not last for too long. Soon, those wooden carts rumbled back to District C, and the people who had finished their food turned away from the wall with blank faces.
A huge wall separated District D and District C. The only way to leave District D and enter District C was to cross it.
