They had been walking for a full Shichen before they finally saw a chaotic living space.
Calling it a living space was less fitting than calling it a habitat.
They could see shabby grass sheds everywhere, little houses made of branches.
From time to time, they could see a few women in tattered clothes coming out from the dilapidated houses.
Outside the houses, there were tree trunks with tattered clothes fluttering in the wind.
The clerks from the supervision office allocated places for each family and instructed them on some precautions, then immediately left them behind.
The place allocated to the Zhao Family was on the farthest east side. Just less than 500 meters ahead was the deep and dark forest.
What met their eyes were the trees that took a dozen or even scores of people to embrace, their trunks covered with moss and knotted all over.
It was already approaching evening, and the depths of the forest were dark and gloomy, like a shadowy ghost.
