These corpses had been burned to the point where it was impossible to tell if they were men or women.
However, judging from their bodies, there were old and young among these people who had died tragically.
Jiang Ping was secretly distressed as he muttered to himself.
"Heaven and earth are inhumane, treating all living things as insignificant. The emperor is inhumane, and the common people are treated like straw dogs."
This was the world.
As long as you were strong enough, you could control the life and death of these ants.
Other than those who were ants, no other cultivator would feel that this was inappropriate.
However, Jiang Ping was a little angry.
He turned around and walked back.
When he reached the checkpoint, Jiang Ping used a concealing spell to deceive the guards and left.
In the inn, the old Taoist priest promised He Xiangjiang that he would sleep after he fell asleep.
