Sun Hang suddenly remembered something. He hurried outside and examined the bodies of the "town people" on the street one by one.
Sure enough, each person had similar "holes"—either somewhere in the esophagus or directly opened in the stomach...
For these "town people," the food they ate would leak out from these holes... No matter how much they ate, they couldn't alleviate their physical hunger...
But then why did these eerie beings, including the storekeeper, get into fights over food? That middle-aged woman even risked offending the storekeeper, who could easily kill her, just to snatch that bait block.
Sun Hang couldn't help but think of a satirical poem he saw online: "What's the sorrow like, dear friend? It's like a group of eunuchs visiting a brothel."
For them, food was like the women in the arms of the eunuchs—they could look, they could touch, but nothing substantial could happen.
