Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord

Chapter 2364: Chapter 2364: Carrying a Turtle Shell

Time slowly passes by, and Fat Man’s stomach starts rumbling. He looks pitifully at Thin Man and says, "Bro, I’m hungry."

"Fatty Brother, I’m hungry too. We haven’t eaten anything all day." Thin Man replies with a bitter smile.

In this damp underground palace, not even a blade of grass can be found; where could they possibly find food?

Suddenly, they catch the smell of meat.

Looking up, they see the Elder inside the coffin, holding a piece of meat, and eating it noisily.

The two brothers stare at him, their eyes lighting up...

Fat Man gets up from the ground, shamelessly walking forward to ask, "Master, what are you eating? It smells pretty good."

The Elder takes a big bite of meat, chewing loudly with satisfaction, saying, "Of course it’s good; this is my special rat meat."

"Ra... rat meat? Master, how do you eat rat meat?"

Fat Man flinches slightly; the Heavenly Mountain Sect also has many rats, and his brother often roasts them to eat, but he’s never had the guts to try.

The Elder spoke matter-of-factly, "Of course it’s rat meat, did you think there was rabbit meat here? This is the underground palace, except for rats and cockroaches, there’s nothing else. I’ve survived so many years thanks to them."

Fat Man made a sound and sat back down in his place.

The Elder couldn’t be bothered with him, continuing to eat noisily.

The surroundings were silent, and the sound of eating echoed.

The two brothers were already starving, and the Elder’s eating sounds were almost hypnotic, causing drool to uncontrollably flow.

"Fatty Brother." Thin Man quietly nudged his brother.

"What’s up?" He responded weakly, almost starving, wondering why his brother was nudging him.

"Drool."

"What?!

"Your drool is dripping, quickly wipe it off." Although Thin Man was starving too, he had enough pride as a man, unlike his brother who forgot himself at the sight of food.

Upon hearing this, Fat Man quickly raised his arm to wipe the drool off his chin. Oh dear, such an embarrassing moment, he didn’t want it to happen, but he couldn’t control it, what else could he do?

The Elder pretended not to hear their interaction, continuing to eat noisily.

Fat Man couldn’t hold back anymore; previously, he had other food options aside from rat meat, but here if he didn’t eat, he would only face death.

"Master, my brother and I haven’t eaten all day, we’ve been digging up there for half a day, exhausted and starving, could you spare us a bit to eat?"

The Elder sneered as he glanced at his big belly and mocked, "Looking at all that belly fat, you won’t miss a beat even if you don’t eat for three days and nights."

Fat Man couldn’t smile anymore; he feared nothing but hunger, and hunger made him wilt, so he spoke feebly, "Master, don’t assume I’m just fat, I’m actually weak, from drinking too much water."

What a lousy excuse just for a bite of food, utterly shameless.

The Elder seriously said, "Being weak and fat isn’t good for your health; let your body dry out for two days, shed some water, consider it weight loss. Little brother, being fat isn’t healthy, I’m doing you a favor."

Fat Man wore a mournful expression, "Master, I’m hungry!"

The Elder glared fiercely and said, "If you’re hungry, go find food yourself, I’m not obliged to serve you."

As he spoke, he shoved the last piece of meat into his mouth, muttering, "I carry a turtle shell every day just to find food, it’s hard enough. A damned outsider like you wants to rob me? The fact I’m not killing you is mercy, and you dare snatch food from my bowl."