Hehua was crying so hard she was gasping for breath. Facing this expanse of ruin, she was utterly helpless, without a clue of what to do or say…
Kneeling in front of a body, she saw one that was missing a leg. This was…Grandpa Yang.
The only person she could recognize…
"Grandpa Yang…sob…sob…"
The guards had already started checking the bodies. Each one was so mutilated they were unrecognizable. Judging by the scattered bodies and their positions, it seemed the villagers had tried to flee.
If it was a fire, it wouldn't have been possible for them not to escape. Someone had even made it to the entrance of the village.
"Aww! It's such a pity. At least they won't have to suffer anymore."
"These poor, miserable souls. Hopefully, in their next life they'll come back as part of a wealthy family, so they won't have to endure this sort of suffering."
Voices of a few men sounded from outside the village, talking as they approached.
