Facing the shocked eyes of Shang Poison Master and others, Yi Xing explained:

"I saw that they seemed to have been hungry for a long time, and they didn't have the strength to open the slate, so I opened it for them."

The poison master was speechless for a while, before saying: "They will definitely be moved by your thoughtfulness."

The sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground sounded.

Yi Xing looked down and saw that the stairs at the entrance of the cave had been removed, and a few older children gathered around the entrance of the cave with various "weapons" such as brooms, tongs, and water spoons.

The one in the front is a boy with a short hair about eleven or twelve years old, dragging a stone stick which is barely considered a weapon in his hand, staring at him with angry and determined eyes.

"Whoever comes down, I'll kill him!" The short-haired boy shouted hoarsely.

He looked imposing, but his thin arms like bamboo poles, his bloodless lips, and his voice that seemed weak even if he roared, exposed his weakness.

"Can you afford that stick in your hand?" Yi Xing was suspicious.

Cun Tou held the stone stick with both hands, the veins on his arms bulged, and he barely lifted the stone stick to a palm height from the ground.

"How long have you been hungry..."

Yi Xing is familiar with this feeling of being powerless from hunger.

It's just that his powerlessness means that he can't go hunting for hundreds of miles at night, and can only beat and rob a few guys who lead him into an alley and try to rob him.

And their powerlessness is that they can't even hold up their weapons.

Yi Xing clicked on the light screen and spent a little point to exchange for a steamer of steamed buns.

The smell of food escapes.

The children swallowed unconsciously, their gazes focused on the scented cage, with unconcealable longing in their eyes.

Yi Xing lifted the lid of the cage, tilted his hand holding the cage drawer slightly, so that the children underneath could clearly see the white, soft and warm buns inside, and said:

"Come on, answer me a question, this steamed bun is yours."

"What kind of place is this, without food, how did you survive?" Yi Xing asked.

The headed kid swallowed his saliva and said, "You have two problems."

"Then answer them one by one." Yi Xing exchanged another pot of porridge, and the rice was fragrant.

This time, the children's eyes looked straight.

"Is your porridge real?" Someone asked.

The steamed stuffed bun appeared out of thin air, and it can be said that it was hidden on the body before taking it out. There is no way to explain the appearance of such a large pot of porridge out of thin air. It is more like this person made them collectively hallucinate.

The scent is so enticing that they can't help but think, maybe, maybe it's real?

"certainly."

In order to win the trust, Yi Xing took out the bowl and spoon prepared for the three-headed dog from the space, filled it with a bowl of porridge, and drank it himself first.

The poison master at the side was a little skeptical about life, "What did this guy put in the space? Such a precious space prop, put the tableware?"

"No wonder the code name is Taotie." The artist glanced at An Wumeng who was quietly watching Taotie's negotiation, and looked away again.

Since the group leader acquiesced in Taotie's approach, they just waited.

"It tastes good." Yi Xing licked the rice grains on his lips with the tip of his tongue.

It just doesn't have much energy, no matter how much you eat, it's hard to fill your stomach.But this is for him, it is no problem to make ordinary people full.

Yi Xing lit up the bottom of the bowl, and asked the people below, "Have you decided to answer? Or do you want to see me for a drink again? But such a small pot of porridge, let me drink it, it will be gone in half a minute."

"This is hell, all gluttonous people will come here to be punished after death." The cut-headed boy said.

It didn't differ from An Wumeng's guess.

Gluttony will be punished.

Yi Xing snorted coldly, "Is gluttony a crime?"

As he said, fulfilling the agreement, he used the blood spider silk to deliver the steamed buns.

Children are a little afraid of the red silk thread, but food can make a hungry person burst out with unexpected courage.

Cun Tou dragged the stone stick forward, quickly carried away the cage, went back to his companions, and divided the buns.

Each of the six buns got half a bun, and he didn't take the buns himself.

He answered Yi Xing's question:

"Great eating says eating ahead of time, eating other food outside of three meals, eating too much food, rare or expensive food, are all sins of gluttony."

"Gluttony?" Yi Xing grasped the key point.

"It's the demon in charge of this place." Cun Tou said.

"It's a huge fly, it's scary." A little girl who was wolfing down a bun said.

Flies...that doesn't sound very tasty.

Yi Xing frowned, seeing that the girl seemed to be choking, and sent the porridge down the steamer with blood spider silk.

The children cheered, and someone had already rushed up, almost throwing himself into the pot to drink.

Cun Tou pulled people back with great effort, and asked the person with the spoon to come forward while asking people to go back to get the bowl, so that only one person could take a sip so as not to choke.

The children who had food were much easier to talk about, and they started chatting without Yi Xing asking too much.

"Actually, it's not like there's no food at all. Gluttony occurs every other month, sometimes even for several days in a row. It is surrounded by many mice, toads, and snakes. As long as it can be caught, it can be eaten."

"The roasted field mouse is delicious."

"Snakes too!"

"But Mom's gone, and nobody's going to bake me field mice."

Several children began to cry while talking.

Coaxing children is not in Yi Xing's area of expertise, he glanced behind him, An Wumeng and the painter stepped forward.

The painter took out the candy on his body, and An Wumeng comforted him from the side.

"What happened, are your adults gone?"

During the food offensive, although the children still didn't allow them to enter the crypt, they also choked and told the story.

"They're all dead."

"A group of robbers came yesterday. The adults said they would eat children and hid us in advance."

"The robbers broke into the crypt and many people died."

"Later, the stove was overturned and caught fire. The robbers killed all the adults and took away the remaining food... If it didn't rain heavily at night, we would have died too."

An Wumeng and the painter were busy coaxing the child, and the fire mage was walking around to be vigilant.

Yi Xing weaves flower ropes out of blood spider silk in boredom.

The poison master walked up to him and sat down, asking, "What are you thinking about?"

Yi Xing, "Will the robbers they mentioned come back?"

The poison master was puzzled, "The food was taken away by them, why come back?"

"Eat children." Yi Xing said.

"No way?" The poison master didn't quite believe it. "Isn't there food? Although the rats are a little bit...that sentence should be said by those adults to make them hide obediently."

Yi Xing doesn't think so.

"Gluttony only occurs once a month, and rats and snakes are all meat. Unless they are dried and pickled, it is difficult to store for a long time, and food is still very scarce."

Just looking at the state of those children, you can tell that it is not the result of starvation in a day or two, but the result of long-term lack of food.

They would starve like this, and the robbers in the same world are not much better.

In conditions of extreme food scarcity, cannibalism is not impossible.

If it wasn't for the fire, the robbers wouldn't have left the crypt so easily, not only would they have found the children, maybe even the dead adults would not have been spared.

"Then what should we do? Isn't it dangerous for them to stay here?" Poison Master couldn't help but look towards the crypt, and saw An Wumeng walking over.

An Wumeng said: "We will camp nearby and stay for a while."

"To protect them?" Poison Master thought An Wumeng had overheard their conversation, "But we don't have any clues about the key."

"Protection?" An Wumeng raised her eyebrows, as if she wanted to understand something, and said:

"Not all, gluttony will appear every other month, it should be the hunter of this instance, showing up to hunt down the survivors.

"We have already entered the copy, so it won't be long before it is found."

"Why don't you run away quickly?!" The poison master jumped up, "We know that the hunter will come, so we have to hurry up and find the key. We don't even know what a key is."

An Wumeng smiled, "In this dungeon of fixed hunters, is there anyone who knows more about what the 'key' is and where it is than the hunter himself?"

Yi Xing didn't expect that An Wumeng's point of view was so similar to his, so he couldn't help but glance at him more.

"But even if the hunter knows the 'key', it's impossible for him to tell us." The poison master said.

"My talent will tell me everything."

"Just hit him and say it."

An Wumeng and Yi Xing spoke almost at the same time.