The conditions in the park were far worse than those of the back mountains—this was the area submerged by the second year's flood, and in the past few days, the floodwaters had receded, revealing its monstrous true form.
Beneath the riverbed lay nothing but mud and sludge, all sorts of foul-smelling trash, poisonous insects, and moldy objects—you name it. It had all accumulated at the bottom, even blocking the roads.
From a distance, one could smell various pungent, sour odors—the stench of matter that had been rotting for a long time, truly nauseating. Just as before the apocalypse, because the back mountain could not accommodate more people, some were relocated here.
Jing Shu never thought she would come to this place again. It seemed that fate's hand was always at her side.
