Many corpses, if they could be called so, could be seen. People with half-destroyed heads, missing limbs, and torn clothes were scattered everywhere. A hole could be seen on all corpses' chest, and their hearts were gouged out.
It was a massacre.
And it was fresh. Probably only happened 3 to 5 days ago.
"This is something." Zhen whispered, clenching his fists. Blood drained from his face as he averted his gaze.
Leo's heart sank. He was reminded of the worker society in his life. It was a similar situation where everyone was a puppet and couldn't live freely.
Meanwhile, Shui was reminded of his hometown. His gaze turned cold and his fist trembled. Blood trickled down from the wound created by his nails digging into his flesh.
"Leader, what do we do now?" He asked, trying to be as calm as possible.
"... We can't stockpile here. But this... Did you mention that you felt an ominous Qi, Zhen?"
