The upper half of a woman's corpse quivered by the foul-smelling well. Her eyeball, having slipped from its socket, swayed with the tremors.
Suddenly, her body stilled. A few moments later, the rats seemed to sense something. Their bodies slick with viscous rot, they scurried out from within her and fled in all directions.
Not long after, Li Huowang strode past, stepping over the woman's head as he continued forward.
He glanced around, his brows tightly knit. This was a ruined town. Devastation was all around; not a living soul remained, only scorched earth and Death.
Li Huowang remembered this place. After fleeing the Qingfeng Daoist Temple, he had once taken shelter here. The town had been lively and bustling then, but now, not a single living person remained. Everyone had been massacred.
This place was close to the front lines. For the people of Siqi, it made no difference whether they were ravaged by war or deceived by the Dharma Sect.
