The fat chicken rushed out, drooling, and started pecking at the corpses on the ground. It began cleaning up the battlefield. The rich, savory taste of the Earwigs was truly unforgettable—much better than the sulfuric acid-laced ants.
Even the Little Python roamed around, handing over the insects it caught to Snake Spirit. Snake Spirit buried these Earwigs in the glowing red wood ash and stretched lazily. "When they're ready, we can enjoy a delicious meal," she said.
Ah Huang followed suit. Having been hungry for two days, he was no longer picky and ate anything.
Little Black, holding a piece of glowing red wood, skewered the Earwigs and roasted them over the fire. The soup from a few hours ago hadn't been enough to fill him.
