Chen Jing was on the verge of mentally collapsing. He had hoped for a devotee to show up so that he would have the advantage of public opinion on his side to force Fangzheng into submission. However, no one came after he had waited an entire day. Seeing how it was turning dark again and recalling the experience he had the previous night, Chen Jing felt that he would end up crazy.
He could ignore the growling of his hungry stomach, but he felt pain if he walked a little faster. It was as if the brick was rolling around in his stomach.
It hurt when he moved. But if he didn't, he felt the cold and hunger.
As the moon slowly rose into the sky, Chen Jing felt the object in his abdomen begin to move downwards. He clenched his anus tightly out of fear. Was he about to deliver?
