The Frontier Reclamation Yao Market.
The surroundings were still in ruins. Many of the stone houses and stone walls built back then had collapsed or been damaged.
It was said that after the Frontier Reclamation Camp was destroyed, this place had also been affected by that mysterious force. However, the market had not been open at the time, and only a few dozen yao had been stationed here, so the losses had not been too severe.
Now that White Madam had uprooted the former entirely, however, this had become the only place that still retained traces of the first frontier reclamation.
Looking around, there were no skeletal remains anywhere near the stone walls, only dried black blood staining a great swath of collapsed masonry.
There was no telling whether the dead yao's bones had been cleared away or had turned into boundless blood like those at the Frontier Reclamation Camp.
Broken ruins, spattered with blood.
Yet the Yao People were forgetful. Even though a bizarre incident had occurred here as well, killing and injuring many, once the Yao Market reopened, it became even more bustling than before.
Perhaps because it had been closed for so long, the yao coming here to trade and set up stalls were three or four times more numerous than before.
The sizable clearing in the gorge was already filled with all kinds of stalls, leaving only a central thoroughfare for "people" to walk along.
"What happened?"
"Do you need my help?"
Ignoring the White Snake Woman's gaze, Su Changsheng asked.
His voice was cold and hoarse.
At that moment-
His nearly seven-meter body cast an enormous shadow over the surroundings. He happened to be standing behind the White Snake Woman, and the petite woman, like a baby snake, was nestled right within the circle of