Night.
The cold wind roars.
The weather is getting colder and colder.
Time flies by, and several days have passed.
In the courtyard, Lin Zheyu and Han Mo are bare-chested, with steam rising from their bodies.
They have just finished a real combat practice, their entire bodies boiling with heat.
"In such cold weather, tomorrow morning there will be dozens more bodies outside the city."
Han Mo sighed and said, feeling extremely uncomfortable every time he had to deal with corpses.
"The city has also become somewhat restless recently, if this continues, chaos will break out here even before the rebel troops arrive."
"Prices keep rising, it feels like ordinary people can hardly make ends meet anymore." Lin Zheyu said.
It is said that many people who can't survive have started taking up weapons and become bandits in the mountains.
Many hunters don't dare to hunt in the mountains casually; it's more likely for bandits to hunt them.
