Ark Undead

The Undead did not make a move until the pieces of meat were removed from the skewered wooden rack.

The girl bit the piece of meat with her mouth, then reached out and skewered the raw meat that had been cut off next to her back onto the wooden frame, placing it back next to the campfire.

The temperature over there is just right; after finishing this one, I should be able to have another one.

Just as she was about to take a bite, the girl hesitated and glanced at the bear meat in front of her.

She wrapped her hands in a slightly cleaner cloth, picked up a small knife, and cut open the piece of meat that had been roasting over the campfire for some time.

Although the outside was a bit charred, the meat inside was at least cooked through, with golden fat dripping down the distinct layers of fat and meat, making it look incredibly appetizing.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of the immortal.

The cooked meat, wrapped in a clean cloth, was held in her hands without a single bite mark. The girl had cut off the lower half and was holding it in her mouth.

The immortal raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him.

The girl moved her hands a couple more times, handing the piece of meat a little bit more towards the undead.

what is she doing

Isn't he hungry?

Both of them felt a sense of doubt and looked at each other with questioning eyes.

The immortal seemed to understand what the girl wanted to do. He leaned against the wall a little more, shook his head, and raised the book in his hand.

He then continued to look down at the book in his hands.

He doesn't need to eat; even tasting food is a luxury for him.

Without a sense of taste, all food, whether delicious or not, tastes like gnawing on trees and soil.

The girl understood the undead's actions; she withdrew her hand and sat back down opposite the campfire.

The petite girl curled herself up again and continued eating the food she had obtained after the battle.

Firewood crackled and popped, and heavy snow howled in the wind.

The girl made slurping noises as she ate the meat, while the man looked down at his book.

The satisfaction from eating made her head feel a little dizzy, and it also helped her calm down.

Staring at the undead sitting in front of the campfire, the girl completely let down her guard.

After this batch of meat was finished, the girl squatted by the campfire, waiting for the next batch to be cooked.

As the meat was roasting, the girl glanced at the book in the undead's hand more than once, and then occasionally looked at the books piled up haphazardly beside her.

Then, driven by her longing for the unknown food, she boldly reached out her hand.

Hiss...

The immortal heard a discordant sound. When he looked up, he instinctively stood up and snatched the book from the girl's hands.

The girl looked blankly at her empty palm, then looked up at the man standing in front of her.

He was chewing on a torn page from the book, with a small part of it still sticking out.

Seemingly afraid that the man would snatch the half-page from her mouth, she quickly increased the speed of her chewing, and then slurped the remaining half-page into her mouth as well.

"..."

The Undead glanced at the book cover. Fortunately, he had already read this one, and it didn't have much content.

Does this girl think books are edible?!

"This is a book. It's for reading, not for eating."

The immortal sighed, pointed to the book in his hand, opened it, and held it up to the little girl.

The moment the undead approached, the girl instinctively covered her head, then took two steps back and frantically grabbed the weapon she had placed on the wall.

This was her most instinctive reaction, even though the undead had become less aggressive. She still felt fear and an extremely strong sense of resistance towards their sudden approach.

There was another few seconds of silence as both sides stared at each other.

Seeing that the Undead made no further moves, the Wanderer gradually loosened his grip on the weapon and then stared at the Undead.

"This is not food."

The undead pointed to the book in his hand, then to the many scattered books on the ground, and emphasized it again.

"You can't eat it."

I really don't know if she can understand what I'm saying.

The girl was stunned for a long time. She glanced at the immortal man, then at the book in his hand, and then nodded.

It indicates that you understand.

"Understood?"

The immortal stared at the girl and asked again.

The girl nodded, then nodded again, and pointed to the book in the immortal's hand.

"You can't eat it."

"very good."

The immortal breathed a sigh of relief. He put the book aside, sat back down in his seat, picked up the book he had only half-read, and reopened it.

Which page were we on just now?

The girl slowly crawled back to where she had been sitting, and then glanced at the scattered pile of books next to her.

He smacked his lips; the taste of that page of paper was still inferior to that of the meat, so he gave up on the idea of ​​eating the book.

When the pieces of meat on the campfire showed signs of charring again, the girl happily took them off the wooden rack.

Another piece of meat was cut from the dead bear's body, skinned, skewered on a branch, and hung on a wooden frame.

"Huffing and puffing."

And so, the cave returned to silence.

Apart from the sounds of them eating and the crackling of firewood burning, nothing else could be heard.

The immortal looked at the book in his hand, while the girl ate piece after piece of undercooked meat.

Until the girl swallowed the last piece of meat with satisfaction.

She licked her greasy hands with lingering relish, then scraped the grease off her mouth and cheeks with her fingers before sucking on them a couple of times.

"belch."

The girl opened her mouth and let out a rough burp.

The hair was stuck to his cheeks with grease, mixed with dust and bloodstains from the dry hair.

I sat by the campfire for a while, and the food I had swallowed was gradually turning into heat in my stomach.

The wanderer instinctively drew near to the warm flames, and so he pushed himself up on the floor and crawled forward a couple of steps.

She was able to realize that the campfire belonged to the person next to her, and that she was just borrowing it.

So, not daring to get too close to the ground, the girl stopped when she was about two meters away from the campfire.

She reached out her hand and then her foot, wanting her cold, wet wounds to find solace beside the warm fire.

After sitting for a while, the girl slowly lay down on the ground.

The warmth of the fire and the feeling of fullness after eating made her eyelids grow heavier.

"Waaah..."

The girl let out an unintelligible sob. She instinctively reached out and grabbed the axe lying beside her, along with another random weapon.

Nestled close to her spear and axe, the girl curled up and happily closed her tired eyes.

After a battle, you can eat your fill and find a warm place to sleep without worrying about getting wet in the rain.

This was her humble happiness.

“Zzzzzzzzzzzzz…”

Before long, a faint wheezing sound came from her throat.

The sound was very soft and wouldn't disturb her from doing anything else, but it confirmed that she was sleeping soundly.

The immortal heard the voice and looked up.

The girl, covered in wounds, clutched her weapon tightly with both hands and fell asleep in the mud beside the campfire.

The scars on her face were covered with a layer of shiny black substance, a mixture of dirt and grease.

Her golden hair was dull and splattered with blood, and it was all twisted into a tangled mess.

But she slept soundly, drool dripping from the corner of her slightly open mouth, as if she were eating delicious food in her dream.

I don't know what she went through. Although she looks petite, she has scars all over her body from fighting, and she has a vigilance that is not commensurate with her age.

Simple chunks of meat and a warm campfire were enough to satisfy her needs.

"..."

The Undead sighed softly and took the hood off his head.

He reached out, unbuttoned the robe at his shoulders, and took the entire robe off his body.

He stood up and gently draped his robe over the girl.

The girl frowned slightly, but her frown gradually relaxed when she felt the warm and soft fabric.

He reached out and grabbed the cloth, pulling his exposed feet inside and hiding them under his robe.

The immortal sat back down and continued reading the book in his hands.

Why didn't they kick the vagrant out of the cave they found?

Perhaps it's because the immortals saw the traces of their efforts to survive.

A girl who dared to fight giant beasts bears the scars of a warrior.

She successfully hunted down the hunters who threatened her life, and transformed herself into a hunter.

Isn't this exactly how she tries to survive on this land?