"What a troublesome autumn..."
Tao Yu sighed, donned his straw raincoat, and entered Yangzhou City, where he saw that the streets were bustling with hurried pedestrians, even the candy sellers' faces were etched with worry.
However, you could see that the tea house near the city gate was almost full of people who were there to listen to the storyteller's tales.
From the previous conversation with those suspected gang members, it was evident that 'living dead' incidents had already occurred within Yangzhou City.
But each instance had been sporadic, and thus far, they had all been successfully quelled.
In these turbulent times, it seemed the impact and fear of the living dead on the common people were not as exaggerated as one might imagine.
