He issued the order for his men to stay where they were, and Nanyuan En followed Hong Yanxia toward the front.
At a glance, on the ground ahead, every short distance there lay a patient. Some were groaning in pain, some had already stopped breathing, their corpses beginning to rot.
The stench was somewhat pungent.
The scene also made Nanyuan En's expression turn a bit strange.
"Master Hong, why are these corpses…"
"Shh!"
Hong Yanxia hushed him, and only then did Nanyuan En notice a group of people approaching from ahead, led by none other than Song Zhenrong.
"Captain Song."
Hong Yanxia greeted him.
Song Zhenrong also saluted and returned the greeting, then sized up the people behind Hong Yanxia.
Since they had already met once during the day, Song Zhenrong still had some impression of Nanyuan En.
