The group bound the big white pig, placed it on the chopping board, and with a single knife stab to its neck, they waited until all the blood was drained before the big white pig finally died completely.
Then these people began plucking hair and cutting up the meat; some of the meat was thrown directly into the fire, and once cooked, a group of kids scrambled to eat it.
To them, slaughtering pigs and eating meat was a simple task, but in Chen Nan's eyes, the matter took on a different feel.
Because he clearly saw that the cultivator's divine soul lingered on the big white pig, experiencing the pain of being bled and divided along with the pig, feeling the desperation before death.
Not until all the pork was cut clean did the cultivator's divine soul detach from the big white pig; at that moment, he regained consciousness, his expression turning fearful and distressed.
