The convoy had not yet reached the destination, and the sight along the way was already shocking.
Tattered clothes were scattered on both sides of the road, with a few dead bodies lying in the wild grass, left for wild dogs to gnaw on—this was the norm in such troubled times, human life was as insignificant as grass, and life and death seemed commonplace.
The convoy came to an abrupt stop a kilometer away from the Lin Family Post.
Deputy Mo raised his binoculars, and the outline of the town gate loomed in the morning light, clearly visible through the lenses.
Scattered on the ground were ghastly white bones, the earth crisscrossed with dragging marks, as if something had dragged the corpses into the town.
Dark brown bloodstains deeply soaked the land, yet bizarrely, not a single complete corpse was in sight.
"Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
