"This...this concept is completely different..."
Zhao Li took a deep breath, repeated it seven times, and finally managed to regain her composure somewhat.
Instead of running away, she screwed up her courage to observe the fallen bones, her pale face reflecting her unsettled state of mind.
"A trial zone, with a place like this..."
"Doesn't this mean that, decades, even hundreds of years ago, people might have lived here? Or perhaps a small-scale conflict took place here. Is that why there are so many bodies buried here?"
"That I don't know," Ye Hanjun replied lightly, "But in my opinion, such things occur quite frequently."
"A sudden beast attack, an epidemic or a wicked sacrifice... all these are happening every day, unseen by us."
"Gulp..."
Zhao Li clutched her chest, slowly standing upright.
The experiences of the last couple of days and the profound mental transformation she had undergone had drastically changed her perceptions.
