If Lin Hao Comes Looking for Me, Tell Him I'm Dead

At the entrance to Falling Cloud City.

A desolate scene.

The city that had once been prosperous now seemed incomparably silent. Its crumbling walls looked as though they had endured the long passage of time.

Lin Hao stood not far from the city gate, his brows tightly furrowed.

The entrance where long lines should have stretched had not a single person in sight. Even the guards were gone.

In an instant, Lin Hao seemed to understand something.

That disciple had lied to him.

It was not only his own entire family—every family in this city had suffered calamity.

A breeze swept past, carrying a chill.

Leaves crunched beneath his feet as Lin Hao walked into the city.

There was no one.

The streets remained bleak and desolate. Through the wide-open shops, he could see merchandise still displayed inside.

Where were the people?

Gone.

Following the route from his memories, he headed toward the Lin Residence.

Other than his footsteps and the sound of the wind, he could hear nothing at all.

Who had done this?

They had massacred an entire city and had not even left behind the corpses.

The bloodstains on the ground were lightly covered by dust. They had likely dried long ago.

Before a ruined pile of rubble.

Lin Hao stood there alone, tears flowing down his face of their own accord.

This was the Lin Residence.

The home where he had once lived.

The ruins were crimson with blood. Who knew how many people had fallen here.

At that moment, he seemed to hear wails of anguish, to hear countless voices filled with unwillingness.

He seemed able to hear his father calling his name, accusing those demons.

[This is too miserable. I really... I'm about to cry.]

[If my whole family were really wiped out, I'd