Glug glug——
In the pot over the fire, the thick soup bubbled vigorously.
Lu Li sat by the fire, loading an inscribed bullet into the chamber of the Spirit-Calling Gun, snapping it shut.
Click——
Setting the Spirit-Calling Gun beside him, Lu Li picked up another one, opened the chamber, and repeated the previous action.
Two other Spirit-Calling Guns and scattered inscribed bullets lay nearby.
After loading bullets into the four Spirit-Calling Guns and gathering the scattered bullets, Lu Li removed the pot.
The boiling sound ceased, and the wailing wind outside gradually became clearer, accompanied by the faint sound of sand hitting the glass.
Lu Li quietly ate the meat soup from a wooden bowl.
The wind and sand were kept outside, while the warm fire and hot soup made the atmosphere cozy.
Yet, Lu Li was the only one in this small town.
After eating, Lu Li prepared for the upcoming journey.
