It's just that all three Cold Beasts were cut in half, clearly handed over upon entry into the settlement.
"Uncle Yu, did you go hunting?"
Luo Cheng's pupils dilated, his face full of surprise as he asked.
When his father Luo Ming led the team out hunting, the most they ever brought back was two beasts in a night. Even then, Luo Ming, despite his greatest contribution, only got over a hundred pounds personally.
Under normal circumstances, his father would get at most forty to fifty pounds of beast meat each night he went out.
Yet Xia Hong had three and a half Cold Beasts directly in his yard at this moment.
The key point was, yesterday, Xia Hong hadn't prepared anything, nor had anyone visited him, and now he showed no signs of having gone out hunting.
What does this mean?
Gulp...
Luo Cheng looked up at Xia Hong, swallowing nervously.
"Use your knife, handle that Snow Mane, cook as much as we can eat!"
