The rough hemp rope connected everyone, leading them to the final destination of this journey and the end of their lives, the gallows.
"Please let me go... I won't bring trouble to the Refuge, really, please believe me, I won't betray humanity..."
The young A Lun pleaded sadly, mixing with the cries around him.
He didn't know whether to hate the ridiculously cheap food or the polluted meat sold by heartless merchants.
The soldiers, as cold as their armor, ignored the people's pleas and led them to the gallows, where A Lun had once cheered, then became silent, and finally empathized with the surrounding sadness.
Those past selves stood around the gallows, doing the same thing as the past selves.
As the cold noose touched his neck, A Lun shivered with goosebumps from the fear of death as if it were cold.
"I am human... I am not polluted..."
The mutter-like plea had become a subconscious act for A Lun.
