BOOM!
Thunder cracked from a clear sky, yet the white lightning failed to pierce the haze shrouding Baili Village.
Flickering, mottled light and shadows made the horrifying, blood-soaked, and mangled corpses scattered throughout the village appear even more grotesque, as if they might leap up at any moment.
SPLASH!
A torrential downpour began to fall without the slightest warning.
PATTER PATTER PATTER PATTER!
The forest was already a scene of devastation. Drenched by the rain, the boy was soaked to the bone. Wracked by hunger and cold, he shivered on the old man's back.
"Young Master," Wang Cangyun said, his face a deathly, bloodless white. He still forced a smile to comfort the boy. "Once dawn breaks, we'll be able to leave the village."
Wei Chen managed a strained smile and nodded forcefully. "Uncle Yun, we'll definitely make it out alive. Together."
Wei Chen knew he never should have been born.
Everyone wanted him dead.
