The street was deathly silent.
The thick stench of blood had mostly vanished in moments under the windblown sand.
Xiao Wu stood amid the pile of corpses, her chest rising and falling slightly.
A few drops of blood had splashed onto her face, lending an eerie beauty to skin so delicate a breath might break it.
But no one dared appreciate that "beauty" now.
Those who had not attacked, or had not yet had the chance, hid in corners, wishing they could curl themselves into eggs.
They feared those two little terrors would casually wipe them out just for taking an extra breath.
They were not good people, but those who had survived this long were certainly no fools.
Lin Yang ignored the others.
This was a paradise for the Corrupted Ones, where kindness and mercy were worth less than the mud beneath their feet.
Rather than avoid trouble, he might as well root it out.
"Nicely done!"
Lin Yang walked over and rubbed Xiao Wu's head.
Xiao Wu narrowed her eyes, then glared at him. "Don't touch it. It's covered in blood."
Lin Yang handed her a handkerchief. "Let's go!"
"Okay!"
Xiao Wu casually wiped her face, then tossed aside the bloodstained handkerchief.
Amid all that dark red and blood, the white handkerchief was especially glaring!
The two then entered the tavern in the deepest part of the Town.
There were few people inside, but every face showed deep wariness upon seeing Lin Yang and Xiao Wu.
They had seen everything that had happened outside with their own eyes.
"It stinks!"
Xiao Wu could not help pinching her nose, her face full of disgust.
The others' mouths twitched at her words.
Had they not personally witnessed this fair, delicate young girl slaughtering everyone around her, they would have thought