The wind picked up, carrying a slight chill with it, and the crackling of the burning firewood in front of him interweaved with the cool breeze, abruptly waking Gao Sishu.
He looked up, and what met his gaze was a blaze.
Not a campfire.
It was flames burning on a corpse.
Surrounding him were bodies everywhere, blood intertwining with the flames on the ground, scattered with broken weapons and banners.
This place was...
A battlefield.
"Ah-Shu, Ah-Shu!"
A sound arose, and Gao Sishu turned his head instinctively, his pupils dilating as he opened his mouth slightly.
The weather was nice, the sunlight bright and clear, a gentle breeze swept across the disorderly battlefield, ruffling the dirty hair of the youth before him, revealing a face smeared with blood yet filled with a bright smile.
"Big brother..." Gao Sishu muttered to himself.
"Ah-Shu, what are you dazing off for? Hurry up and scavenge, or we're done for if we run into a Corpse Ghost later."