"A hand from a strong soldier, 5 Var Currency!"
"Will you sell it for 2 Var Currency?"
"Madam, that's too heartless. This is fresh corpse meat left from yesterday, which I managed to pick up."
In the howling cold wind, some slowly crawling shadows appeared faintly. They were closely adhered to the broken dirt embankments or curled up in the leeward of huge craters, resembling withered leaves driven by the fierce wind.
Corpses were cheaper than livestock meat, casually picking them up on the battlefield would yield several large pieces, and people formed a "vegetable market", discussing the prices.
Wang Xingkong covered his throat, gripping Su Ming'an's sleeve tightly: "I can't take it anymore, Yuhang, can we go home? What kind of ghost world is this?"
"You wanted to escape; there's no going back now," Su Ming'an said.
