Death was nothing unusual.
People died every day in this world.
The death rate was low,
but once the population base grew, the numbers naturally rose with it.
But Nanchuan County was not a large county.
The entire county had only three or four hundred thousand people.
Within Nanchuan County City, there were only twenty or thirty thousand.
With so few people,
whenever someone died, it stood out.
Especially once abnormal deaths began increasing, they drew even more attention—enough to throw the entire county city into panic and set everyone talking!
At present,
Nanchuan County City had fallen into exactly such a situation!
At first,
an old man surnamed Zhang from the slums had come home drunk and collapsed into bed. When someone found him the next morning, he was lying on his back atop a tattered mat, his hands crossed over his chest and a strange, ghastly smile on his face,
his entire body stiff and lifeless.
At first, everyone who saw him found the sight somewhat eerie.
But they were all wretches scraping out a living in the slums. Simply staying alive already required them to Go All Out, and they had long since grown numb to life and death.
They had no energy to spare for anything else.
Besides, Old Zhang was a drunk. Forget his usual thieving and petty mischief—people had even seen him running to the mass grave at night with a gang of drinking buddies to make money off the dead.
In the eyes of the neighbors, he was practically a lump of dog shit.
So,
the people nearby wrapped Old Zhang's body in the tattered mat beneath him, had three or five men carry it to the mass grave, and tossed it in.
They did not even dig a pit.
The wild dogs,