The sun had dipped slightly, revealing a dim yellow, like golden light, that showered over the vast square of Mount Pingding, illuminating a sprawled figure.
From time to time, these bodies would tremble and convulse.
Among the twitching figures on the square, a small body gradually awoke.
It was Lingdang.
She rose halfway from the ground, looking around somewhat blankly. As her pupils cleared, it seemed she remembered something, furrowing her brows, her nose twitched, and tears began to stream down.
"It hurts so much, wu wu wu, it hurts so much!!"
With her hands braced against the ground, her weeping grew louder.
The sound also caused the others lying down to shudder, as though they were about to awaken.
Wang Qizheng was the second to wake up. His eyes snapped open, and he stared dazedly at the sky before sitting up abruptly, like a jolted corpse.
"My dear mother!!"
He slapped his thigh fiercely, unleashing a wail as though mourning the death of his own mother.
