food idol

Chapter 2

The Wen Tang who occupied her body lived in a world completely different from this one, where mutated plants and animals were rampant, water sources were exhausted, yellow sand was rampant, the sky was hazy all day long, the environment was extremely deteriorating, and human beings were almost pushed to the brink of desperation.After nearly a hundred years of struggle and unremitting efforts, mutants finally began to appear among human beings, and Wen Tang was fortunate to be one of them.

Of course, she was not so lucky to be able to call wind and rain and breathe fireballs, but her physical fitness has been greatly improved.But this was enough to make her grateful to God, the strength and speed far beyond ordinary people were the capital for Wen Tang to survive dangerous hunting actions again and again.

Even so, Wen Tang's life is still very hard, eating and sleeping in the open, having the last meal and the next meal are commonplace, not only have to fight against those mutated animals and plants, but also have to beware of people from all walks of life, saying that it is bloody every day, really Not at all.

But that's it, she still wants to live, and strives to live, because as long as she lives, there will be hope, because compared with those who died, she is too lucky.So suicide or something, in her opinion, is simply unacceptable.

However, if this Wen Tang didn't commit suicide, she might not have the chance to live again.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Tang felt a little complicated.

She sighed, stood up staggeringly, and squeezed water from her drenched skirt casually, feeling that the most important task at the moment was: eat!

Wen Tang was starving to death. She was sure that if she didn't replenish her body with energy as soon as possible, her hard-won rebirth would be for naught.

Clutching his constantly cramping stomach, Wen Tang, who was dripping all over his body, walked towards a popular restaurant in the film city with great determination, relying on some incoherent memories in his mind.

It is already late at night, but filming never distinguishes between day and night. After entering the studio, people can be seen everywhere. Wen Tang even saw two seasons of summer and winter at the same time on the same street:
The production crew on the east side is sparing no effort to create a cold winter atmosphere with blowers and snow machines, and the two leading actors are vomiting blood in the so-called snow field; at almost the same time and at the same place, the production crew on the west side is using sprinklers to artificially rain, and the two teams are on the road The slashing in the middle was exhilarating, and there were large patches of red paint on the ground.

Wen Tang is currently acting in a modern drama, and the crew needs to film a drama in which several leading actors go out, which requires a large landscape. The natural scenic spot mentioned in the book is too expensive, so I borrowed the scenery outside the movie theater, otherwise everyone would not come to this antique movie theater.

She was wearing a modern chiffon skirt, and the crews over there were all in cumbersome ancient costumes of unknown dynasties.

Wen Tang shook his head vigorously, feeling that it would probably take a little time for him to really adapt to this weird life.

Pedestrians passed Wen Tang constantly on the road, but no one cared too much about her water ghost-like state, because this is a studio, even a bloody person walking on the street is normal.

But even if someone whispered, Wen Tang didn't care, or she didn't care about it at all.

As she quickened her pace, she squinted her eyes and looked at the skinny limbs and torso with sticky ribs that she now had. She deeply felt that if she continued to follow the so-called diet plan formulated by the original owner herself, she would definitely die, and starve to death .

(End of this chapter)