Luring Disaster Eastward

This night was exceptionally long.

The watchmen's calls of old had been replaced by wails drifting over from afar.

Outside Wei Luo's residence, Zhao Xiu had long since arranged for people to keep watch and stand guard.

Beside the mountain of corpses at the mouth of the alley, Liu Changle's father leaned against the wall with several others, wearing fierce expressions.

Passing refugees would immediately steer clear at the sight of the corpse mountain several meters high.

Only the occasional starving madman dared approach, and those who did were met with blades and axes.

There was no helping it. In such extraordinary times, survival came first. Without being ruthless, they simply could not stay alive.

Old Liu understood that well, and looking at the corpse mountain beside him, he felt fortunate as well.

The city was now filled with families torn apart and lives ruined. How many could truly preserve themselves?

At that thought, Old Liu tightened his grip on the long saber in his hand.

Perhaps if they held out until dawn, the refugees would leave after they had looted and burned enough.

Just as Old Liu was thinking this, a long howl suddenly rang out in the distance.

"Wei Luo! Save me!"

Old Liu startled and quickly turned his head, only to see a bedraggled man being pursued and attacked.

"Shen Wu, stop running. Didn't they say you had outstanding bones? Why are you now like a dog that has lost its home? You've even abandoned your wife?"

The pursuing men from the Pure Fragrance Cult sneered.

"Who are you?!"

In the blink of an eye, Shen Wu had reached him. Old Liu had never seen Shen Wu before, so he immediately raised his saber and demanded an answer.

The pursuers had already caught up. A vicious glint