Along the way, Su Qing and Ji Shuisheng saw many collapsed houses. Many of the courtyards were deserted. The big holes in the windows could no longer shelter them from the wind and rain. The sound of the doors opening and closing was ear-piercing. Looking at the darkness in the houses, it was even more sinister and terrifying.
"Sis, why is this city so desolate?"
Ji Xiaoying asked Su Qing in a low voice. Mo City was the most run-down city on the way here, and she felt that this city was lifeless.
Su Qing looked at the empty houses and said to Xiaoying,
"This place is located at the border and close to Tartan. I reckon that many armed robberies have scared the civilians away."
"Ah, are there no soldiers at the border? Why aren't they protecting the people?"
Ji Xiaoying asked Su Qing with a frown. She wondered if Jingshi Dao would be the same. They had come all the way here. Did they still have to live in fear?
