Li Yu patted the man's shoulder to encourage him.
He listened quietly to the man's story. Nearby, the other Salvation Army members bore the pain of their wounds in silence, not daring to make a sound.
Because just moments ago, someone had let out a loud wail of pain, interrupting Li Yu as he listened to the man speak.
Li Yu speared him, giving him a chill to the heart.
After that, no one else dared make a sound.
A breeze passed through, carrying a heavy scent of blood in the air.
For some reason, Li Yu looked up at the sky. While it had been clear just a second ago, now some dark clouds were gathering on the horizon.
He had an ominous feeling in his heart, thumping rapidly.
Palpitations.
The chatterbox on the ground had finished laying out everything he knew about the Salvation Army. Now he started rambling about stories from his childhood.
