The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1986

Faced with someone of a different race, all the teenagers were dumbstruck.

From their birth to the present, they had never seen any race other than the undead, and their knowledge of other races was only from books and their ancestors.

Now, they encountered an “alive” being with great difficulty, and they immediately had no idea how to deal with it.

"Dragon?"

"Idiot! Have you ever heard about such a small dragon before?

"Then, it’s an elf?"

"As far as I know, the eyes of the elves are green."

"It's not a dwarf, is it..."

"I don't think so."

"He has legs. He's certainly not a merperson."

"Is it… a human?"

A group of undead teenagers discussed, and finally decided that the little fellow in front of them was probably a human being!

Black hair, amber eyes, and that soft little body. Wasn't that what human children looked like?

But how could a human child possibly appear in the Howling Abyss?

The group of undead teenagers were puzzled.

It had to be said that the only creatures they had been in contact with that were similar to human beings were the resurrected undead who had been raised from human bones. But those who had been resurrected had already lost their habits from when they were still humans. After they had become an undead, they lived according to the law of the undead.

"He... He's still alive…” One of the teenagers swallowed his saliva. In their minds, the other races were just corpses waiting to be resurrected.

But this little fellow in front of them right now was clearly still alive. How should they deal with this?

Zhanye also felt a headache. In the Howling Abyss, if a corpse of another race was found, it was very easy to know what to do; they could simply find an adult purebred undead to resurrect it. However, this little fellow wasn’t dead yet, so what exactly should they do?

A group of pure undead teenagers exchanged glances with one another. For a while, they felt very helpless.

The little fellow, who was left out on one side, glanced at the tent behind the teenagers without anyone noticing. He wrinkled his nose and burst into a sad cry once again.

"Wuhuhu, wuhuhu... I'm hungry…”

A group of teenagers were shocked yet again. They were still half-old teenagers. They had no hostility toward other races. What was more, the other side was such an adorable little fellow. Hearing such a cute child crying and complaining of hunger, the teenagers acted immediately.

"Shile! He said he was hungry. Get him something to eat!" Zhanye turned ‘round at once and ordered.

"I've got barbecued meat over there! I'll get it right away!"

“I have a few more fruits here..."

"I have dry food..."

"Do you want water? I have water on my side."

For a while, all the teenagers were busy. They moved all the food that could be eaten to the little boy.

A small mountain of food appeared in front of the little fellow.

"Uh, can humans eat our food?" Shile looked at Zhanye somewhat uneasily. Human beings and undead were fundamentally different. What if the things they ate were bad for human stomachs?

They would not be able to find a doctor here who could cure human beings. In fact, the undead didn’t need a doctor at all.

"It should be... okay." Zhanye answered uncertainly.

Just as they hesitated to feed the little fellow, the little fellow’s eyes sparkled as he stared at a pile of food. He sat directly on the edge of the food mountain and began stuffing food into his mouth one by one with both hands, lowering his head left and right.

His tear-stained face had been replaced by a look of satisfaction from eating. He looked extremely happy.