Ye Jian looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw a grayish-white object being kicked around under the feet of the children who were playing games just now…
It was… a human skull.
The children, who were holding a human skull and kicking it like a football without batting an eyelid, were not afraid at all. The environment had created their temperament, and the environment had nurtured their brutal side since they were young.
When they grew up, they would be a new batch of drug makers, drug dealers, and even perpetrators who would bring darkness to the end. This cycle would continue generation after generation.
The wind in the mountain blew and sent chills down her spine. Ye Jian's eyes trembled slightly as she 'panicked' and retracted her gaze. She lowered her head tightly and pretended not to dare to look. She was so afraid that her entire body was trembling.