Tang Mo had heard that before the apocalypse, there were people who didn't kill or eat meat, likely due to their beliefs.
But she had never met anyone who didn't kill after the apocalypse began. Because if you didn't kill, Life would kill you, and one couldn't just sit and wait for death.
If what Xiao Fei said was true, then Mr. Hu really wouldn't be able to survive in the world outside.
"What does he usually eat then?"
"Most of the time, he eats the edible root vegetables we trade for. If things get really bad, he'll eat some of the smaller mutant beasts that people have already prepared—mostly rats and other pests."
Hearing Xiao Fei's explanation, Tang Mo nodded in understanding.
The world is a vast place, full of strange people. It was truly no easy feat for someone like Mr. Hu to have survived so long in an environment like the apocalypse.
