The three of them walked toward the main hall, and Luo Yi began carefully observing the changes that had taken place in the county town over the past month.
Under the cover of the gloomy gray sky, the streets, which had once been clean and orderly, had become utterly chaotic. Refugees from all over had crowded into the county town, filling both sides of the road and blocking the once-spacious streets so completely that not even a drop of water could pass through.
At regular intervals along the street, several corpses that had clearly been dead for some time lay sprawled in the middle of the road, their skin turned blue-gray. In their hollow eye sockets, one could still clearly make out the marks left by carrion animals pecking and tearing at them.
Some refugees who were still alive wandered aimlessly through the streets, their eyes vacant and their bodies starved until only skin clung to their bones, like walking corpses.
"Alas." Seeing this hellish scene, Luo Yi could not help sighing.
Having lived in a peaceful age in his previous life, when had he ever witnessed such human misery? Unable to bear it, he turned to the two behind him and asked:
"So many refugees have died. Aren't the Four Great Clans and the government doing anything about it?"
Hearing their gang leader's question, the two shook their heads.
"When these refugees first arrived in the county town, the County Magistrate would join the Four Great Clans every morning to distribute porridge at the city gates."
"But as time passed, more and more refugees poured into the county town. The Four Great Clans and the County Magistrate weren't philanthropists; they couldn't keep distributing porridge forever. In just a few days, everyone from the Four Great Clans and the government