The senior brother and Junior Sister talked as they walked. An hour later, they turned into the official road from a secluded narrow path.
The official road suddenly became lively. It was not lively in the ordinary sense, but many refugees gathered on both sides of the official road.
They were wearing tattered clothes. Some of them were trying their best to dig out the roots of the grass, some were sitting in a daze, and some were lying on the withered grass, breathing weakly.
In the crowd, there were also simple tents.
This place was extremely far from the city. What were they gathering here for? they had nothing to eat ... Yan Caiwei saw this and was a little confused.
When she turned to look at yang qianhuan, she discovered that he was already wearing a veiled hat. Instead of a light veil, it was a thick cotton cloth that even transcendent martial artists couldn't see through.
"Mother, I'm so hungry ..."
