The caravan had finally returned.
The gate burst open amidst panicked shouts.
Of the five trucks that had departed, only four returned, each looking as though soaked in plasma, emanating a nauseating stench of blood.
The survivors living here quickly noticed something amiss and began whispering amongst themselves.
"Did I see it wrong?"
"Doesn't it seem like there's a truck missing?"
The person beside him nudged him with an elbow and only after the caravan people had passed did he continue:
"It's not just that, didn't you notice that a lot of people are missing on their return?"
"It seems some of the Peng family brothers didn't come back either."
Upon hearing this, the nearby people stretched their necks and scanned the figures walking towards the building.
It wasn't long before someone exclaimed in surprise, "It does seem so, both the second and third masters are—"
But then, suddenly, that voice stopped.
