The rain stopped.
In the latter half of the night, a bright moon rose into the sky.
It illuminated the land until everything gleamed.
Bonfires sprang up beside the official road. The refugees formed groups, put up simple tents, and slept fully clothed on the damp ground.
Liu Hei Wu had also joined a group of refugees.
The wilderness.
Strange things happened one after another.
It was much better when people looked out for one another.
Just now, he had learned from these refugees that the County Magistrate of Yangshan County had probably been controlled by a Vicious Ghost.
Someone had seen it with their own eyes.
The County Magistrate had entered the mountains alone.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea,
a group of corpses, their bodies rotten from head to toe, had appeared behind him.
These corpses were under his control.
They put on black clothes and masks, then began intercepting people fleeing the city.
Once discovered,
they were killed without exception.
Thus, they were probably the last group of refugees to escape Yangshan County. Those who had not yet left the city probably would never be able to get out.
It was hard to leave one's homeland.
Some people still clung to naïve ideas.
They fantasized that the disaster would leave on its own, wishfully hoping that everything would be fine after they slept.
They responded passively to the crisis.
That caused them to lose their chance of survival.
Liu Hei Wu sighed.
A County Magistrate in the government being controlled by a Vicious Ghost was something that, a few years ago, he had never seen or even heard of. Yet now, it had openly appeared in a large county like Yangshan County.
The world was truly about to descend into chaos.
Even