This night, time seemed to stretch, becoming particularly long and meaningful, filled with an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
The incinerator door opened and closed frequently, like a greedy maw, greedily enjoying this gluttonous feast bite by bite.
Every opening and closing of the door was like merciless chewing, swallowing the fresh processed food into the seemingly forever unfillable abyss of a stomach.
As each corpse was devoured, Feng Mu also reached a consensus with wave after wave of prisoners, planting subtle seeds of deep thought in their minds.
Under the witness of burning corpses, everything appeared bright and sacred, with Feng Mu's guidance like the shadow cast by the flames, leading these prisoners to find a path to hope and vitality.
Time gradually reached dawn.
After finishing the last class for tonight's group of prisoners, Wang Cong, with bloodshot eyes, looked both excited and exhausted at Feng Mu.
