Sunan City.
Jiang Ning walked silently down the empty streets.
What blew toward him was a dense aura of deathly stillness.
There was already some activity within the city, but they were not people from Sunan City. They were officers and soldiers who had come from outside.
The city's residents had all died suddenly overnight.
And now, the season had turned to summer, and the weather was scorching.
In such weather, if those corpses were not dealt with promptly, they would rot and stink within days, then evolve into a great plague.
After walking two streets, he saw no corpses along either side of the road, since the disaster had happened deep in the night.
Not until he stood before an alley did he stop, his heart falling into silence.
Ahead of him, a woman cradled an infant less than a year old, nursing her.
Yet at this moment, there was no breath left in either of them. Their spirit souls had already been extinguished.
The sight stirred several ripples within his heart.
Then, he closed his eyes.
His thoughts spread out like a tidal wave.
In an instant, they precisely covered the entirety of Sunan City, every street and alley, every building.
He saw officers and soldiers dragging corpses out of buildings and laying them along both sides of the streets and alleys, packed so densely that there was scarcely room to set foot.
He saw flatcarts hauling the corpses from the streets and alleys onto their carts, then pulling them toward the north of the city.
He saw that two pits large enough to bury ten thousand people had already been dug north of the city and West of the City. Corpses were being thrown into the pits one after another, while firewood, lamp oil, and all manner