Feng Jiao Xue and the rest waited until daybreak, when the people started coming out to "clean" the street.
Despite the warnings from the locals... aged, dried up corpses can still be seen from here to there. Some of the shriveled remains of the corpses still lay slumped against walls or half-hidden beneath tarps and debris. Their skin clung tight to bone, cracked and dry like old parchment. Some were already being carted away in silence, but many were simply ignored too far gone or too disturbing to touch.
Xia Lian gulped as this scene reminded her of what happened to the people in the mist before, unconsciously clinging to Chen Rong.
Feng Jiao Xue noticed her actions but didn't comment. It must be nice... to have someone to lean on. It's clear that despite both being strong, they both can rely on each other to be weak instead of holding it on.
