Ling Xiao took a sharp breath.
"Are there still living people in this city?"
"No living people."
Gu Sheng stood up, a cold gleam in his eyes.
"What there is, is more terrifying than dead people."
Just as he was speaking, a rustling sound came from the distance.
Gu Sheng pulled Ling Xiao into hiding behind a broken wall.
Several figures in grey robes dragged a fresh corpse past, humming a tuneless tune.
"Fresh blood food... the ancestor will surely be pleased..."
Ling Xiao felt a chill over his entire body, transmitting secretly.
"Are these lunatics using people for cultivation?"
Gu Sheng nodded.
"Evil cultivators will do anything to enhance their cultivation. The ruin of this city is probably their doing."
As they continued to sneak around, the closer they got to the city center, the more corpses there were. Some hung from beams being bled, others with their bellies cut open piled in corners.
Ling Xiao forced back the urge to retch, his face growing increasingly pale.
