Chi Sheng had claimed that taking this route to Yan City would save them over ten days. And since this route did not pass through Xin City, it would thereby avoid many refugees.
But now, as he glanced at the putrid bodies scattered on the ground, even Lin Yicheng turned pale.
Especially when the mule cart trampled these bodies, he felt as if he could hear the sound of pus spurting out from their swollen skin.
If Lin Yicheng turned pale at the sight, then Nanzhi, trailing behind in his cart, could barely keep her eyes open.
But all she could do was guide the mule towards flatter ground, fearing to crush any more remnants.
After they had travelled quietly for about an hour, the number of bodies on the roadside gradually decreased, and now, only severed limbs could be spotted occasionally.
As the nauseating stench lingering around her nose slowly faded, only then did Nanzhi wipe off the beads of sweat on her forehead.