And those discarded corpses soon started to move.
They struggled to crawl out of the pools of blood, but their eyes had already lost their luster. They, like those bizarre living dead, gradually turned pale, and the white hair on their faces grew longer and longer.
This group of over ten thousand people, including Yuwen Ji, continued to follow the main force, inching closer to that forest.
...
Meanwhile, the people in the forest were nearly done with their last round of harvesting before winter.
The livestock barn's
heating was set up, and charcoal was also prepared.
The one thing this forest had in abundance was wood. Making charcoal from wood was something that Old Uncle Qiu and even the skilled farmers knew how to do.
Together, they turned all the leftover wood from Old Uncle Qiu's smoked meat into charcoal, and now they even had a large warehouse exclusively for storing charcoal.
With these supplies, everyone was actually somewhat looking forward to winter.
