A mess everywhere.
Li Yan avoided the scattered remains of the undead on the ground and walked through this abandoned building inside and out. Not finding anything of value, nor any other sign of undead existence, he finally stepped out and walked to the door.
He stared at the undead he had smashed to death on the ground for a moment, hesitated for a while, and, enduring the nausea, searched the bodies of these undead in uniform one by one. In the end, he found nothing.
Li Yan cursed his bad luck under his breath, pulled out the map Kuang Zhuoma had given him, and headed deeper into the desolate basin, following the direction marked by the red arrow.
...
The sun sank behind the mountains. Along the way, Li Yan passed through three ruins. What he saw most was not charred skeletons, not the ruined clusters of buildings, but pits.
One after the other, they were ugly scars that stretched as far as the eye could see. On the distant horizon stood a chain of black withered mountains.
