"I've been here quite a while," Wu Ming sighed again.
It had been a long time since he found this place, and he hardly ever went out.
Unless he was about to starve to death and there were no mutated rats or other small creatures appearing here, only then would he make a trip outside.
To get himself some food, eat his fill, and then continue lying down here.
He had been lying down for a very long, long time.
Lying very flat.
At least Wu Ming was very satisfied.
Few people ever came here.
The last time someone came was, well, the last time.
Those people even tried to rob him, but turns out he was just a dead broke ghost with not a crumb to his name.
The group searched through his stuff with disgust for a while, found out he really had nothing, and then got furious and tried to kill him.
He, well, accidentally, just like that, offed them.
Took their supplies.
And I'll tell you, those people had quite a lot of stuff.
He lived off their supplies for over a month.
