The newcomer wore a pair of straw sandals covered in dark brown mud. She casually tossed a palm-sized, black and rough biscuit onto the muddy ground at her skirt's hem. Unconcerned whether the mud-stained biscuit would be eaten by Shen Tang, she simply passed it on to the next person.,At this moment, Shen Tang noticed that the woman's fingertips were a few shades different from the rest of her hand after she had sucked on them. His throat involuntarily convulsed and rolled.,Shen Tang frowned, able only to distract herself from the pangs of hunger by focusing on something else. Within her field of vision, a prisoner was eating too quickly, and because the flatbread was dry, he choked. He kept pounding his chest in an attempt to dislodge the bread stuck in his throat, his face gradually turning blue.。