The sixth day of survival.
In a beautifully crafted double-storey stone house, a plump woman in a bedroom on the second floor clutched her neck and collapsed to the ground.
Blood gushed from her neck, staining the floral yellow bedspread and bedding red.
The bedspread pulled down to the floor soaked in the blood, turning into a cloth of blood, marking the demise of its owner.
However, as the woman became completely silent, crumbling into a pile of ashes, the once blood-soaked bedspread suddenly appeared spotless, merely covered by a thin layer of dust.
Lilulu flew over from Kane's back, rummaging through the dust for a bit and picked up a Honey Fruit tinted with a hint of red.
The appearance of the Secret Fruit made Lilulu's face beam with joy as she waved it around happily towards Kane.
"You can eat it yourself. I'm not fond of this thing."
Hearing Kane's words, Lilulu held the Honey Fruit joyfully and took a big bite.
The sweet juice filled her entire mouth.
