Jiang Che himself wasn't hungry at all. He'd eaten a lot before bed last night—his best meal in twenty years of living.
But Xiong Jie was a guest, so Jiang still asked out of politeness.
"No, no need. Let's hurry and leave." Xiong Jie shook his head quickly. Of course he knew there was food—he'd seen mountains of it piled right in front of him.
The problem was, would you dare eat it?
Jiang Che gave a quiet "oh" and followed behind him. Stepping outside, Jiang Che glanced around in confusion—the environment wasn't the same as when he came.
He turned around to look behind him again. This really was his house?
Why did everything outside change?
When he arrived, the area around his home looked like the ruins after a massive fire. Yet after just one day, green sprouted from the scorched earth—only, blood-red powder hung heavy in the air, smothering everything with a bloody haze.
