"I don't know what kind of trouble this will be..."
"It can't be another Cult sacrifice incident, can it? Why does it feel like wherever I go lately, something bad happens... I originally thought the life environment of the Wasteland Wanderers was nothing more than poor medical facilities, cold winters, hot summers, a lack of clothing and food, and occasional attacks by roaming monsters..."
"Could it have really deteriorated to this extent?"
"Is there no king's law anymore? Are there no laws?"
Xu Shu leaned against the wall to listen in on the corner, a mysterious expression flashing across his face.
For a moment, he even wondered if he had accidentally brought out the fate of "Death Comes Like the Wind".
Looking at the time, it was now three-thirty in the morning, an unguarded night, with the Yue Hua casting a watery light from outside the window. Occasionally, howls of unknown creatures could be heard from far beyond the border, though it was unclear if they are mating calls.
