The once prosperous streets were now deserted. There were overturned stalls and carriages. There were broken limbs and bones everywhere. There were children’s bones among the corpses. It was like a purgatory, it was a pity.
Dudian’s footsteps were silent as if he was a ghost floating in the ruins.
Aisha was the same. Although she didn’t have consciousness, but her fighting instinct was still engraved in her bones. She walked quietly. The two of them passed through the streets like shadows.
The night covered the sky of the city. There were no sparks or laughter. There were only one or two howls and screams from afar.
“There have been hundreds of thousands of pows killed by generals in history. I don’t know how many people will spit on me in the future.”Dudian whispered to himself as he stepped over the messy corpses on the ground, it sounded like he was talking to Aisha but also to himself.
He smiled faintly and self-deprecatingly.
