Fu Yong led fifteen people, carrying sixteen pairs of baskets, and stumbled through the mountains for two days before emerging from the dense forest. Along the way, they heard wolves howling and tigers roaring, feeling terrified, but fortunately, they were safe.
As soon as they exited the mountains, they felt the sun's intense heat.
Ah, even the sky outside seemed higher than in the mountains, and the sun was much more blazing. The young people felt a whiff of freedom in the air.
But they still remembered how they had to hide in the mountains before, so they didn't remain complacent for long, keeping their eyes wide open, fearing a group of displaced people might appear from somewhere.
However, everywhere they looked, it was desolate, with not a single person in sight, not even any corpses on the road.
Fu Yong found it peculiar, "It's one thing for there to be no people, but how come there aren't any corpses either?"
