The ground was charred. The houses were destroyed, and the glow of fire flared everywhere in the village.
All the peach and quiet had vanished into smoke. The pungent smell of blood floated in the air.
Shen Yanxiao had a hard time picturing that miserable place as that simple and unadorned small village that she had seen before. As per the Vermilion Bird's instruction, Shen Yanxiao headed toward his location.
On her way, she saw the dead bodies of many villagers. Those lifeless corpses were on the ground that was tainted red with blood.
Shen Yanxiao had met many of those villagers. She could still remember the man whose body was laid by a wall. That man had generously stuffed two hot steamed buns into her hands.
She could still see the villager's innocent and honest smiles, but unfortunately, they would never wake up again.
