The lights of countless homes flicker on as cooking smoke rises. Another day of firewood, rice, oil, and salt has passed.
A person desires many things in life, yet the most fundamental is simply three meals a day.
But when it came time to prepare a meal, no smoke could be seen... Naturally, that was because they no longer needed to eat.
How can the dead eat?
Body after body lay exposed, right before the eyes of Fang Shuwen and Long Qingzhi.
They were the inhabitants of this village.
Long Qingzhi's face was deathly pale. She stared at the scene before her in disbelief.
She had seen plenty of bodies, but they had all been those of Jianghu people.
People of the Jianghu live on the knife's edge; death and injury are unavoidable. If you don't want to die, stay out of the Jianghu.
But these were all decent, ordinary folk.
