Most of them were boys.
Only two girls were present, thin with sallow skin, large heads and small bodies, just like malformed bean sprouts soaked in water for too long.
They were shivering.
The children had never seen such a scene before, and they couldn't help but cry, wailing with their heads tilted back.
"Cry again, and you'll be killed." This was the first time the man in the sedan chair, referred to as Sir, spoke.
Lu Jingzhi's ears twitched.
From his voice, he didn't sound old.
Before her thoughts could settle, she felt heat on her face.
The boy beside her, who had been continuously crying and cursing, had his head decapitated with a single strike.
Blood splattered around them.
There were sounds of retching.
But it was noticeably suppressed, even their breathing became more steady.
Lu Jingzhi also retched a few times with the crowd.
She wiped the blood off her face with her hand.
