Upon hearing County Magistrate Li's words, Song Yin furrowed his brows, Lingdang was indifferent, and the other three maintained their usual expressions.
It was all too normal.
To a greater or lesser extent, they had all experienced similar incidents.
It's not like the person was about to die immediately; it was just picking an unlucky soul for the day. One death a day, only about three hundred per year, and after twenty years, only six or seven thousand people would die. But after those twenty years, even more would have grown up.
Mortals don't have just one or two children; they usually have four or five siblings because in these troubled times, death is all too common. To have only one or two children was to risk the ruin of the entire household, so having more ensured survival.
Under natural and man-made disasters, people were bound to die anyway. Now with the addition of phantoms, it was still something they could accept.
