The waters of Green Light Lake are very cool, Shi the Thirty-seventh always feels happy when he enters.
Today, however, he wasn't happy. He brushed off casually in the water and returned to the shore.
The person opposite him kept his eyes closed all the while, it was unclear what he intended to do.
Shi the Thirty-seventh was also a little puzzled; shouldn't a blind person be nothing but useless?
When the tribe gave birth to children with innate disabilities, they were executed on the spot. During times of food scarcity, these executed children were even eaten.
Shi the Thirty-seventh did not like doing this, mainly because children didn't taste good.
He never anticipated that one day he himself might be eaten, let alone by weak humans.
As Shi the Thirty-seventh stepped ashore, he glanced at the mushroom field.
Several large mushrooms had been blasted into pieces by the Thunder Light. Spores were flying wildly everywhere. He even smelled a hint of freshness.
