Sticking to the cracks and crevices that had formed along the sides, Hao Xuan made his way down at a steady pace.
20 minutes later he had hit bottom and was hiding above what looked like containers, looking around for clues.
The first thing he noticed was that most of the people walking around and lugging various materials were all natives. They were malnourished to such a degree that Hao Xuan could see their bones. There were little to no muscles anywhere on their bodies.
They looked haggard with deep black circles around their eyes indicating a severe lack of sleep. At first glance it would be easy to mistake them for zombies. Actually, even zombies would look better than these people.
The smell of rotting flesh and excrement drifted into Hao Xuan's nose, making him gag. Covering his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, Hao Xuan glanced towards the source of the smell which was coming from behind him.