Seven people were dragged out of the two sections of the small train. When they were pulled out, there was no reaction at all, even though those sharp stones were scraping their backs. They were dragged like that by those people, without any resistance, clearly on their last breath.
Standing afar, Gu Qiaoqiao couldn't judge what exactly was happening.
Then she saw those guards carelessly throw these people into a large pit in the woods.
Then two guards carried a barrel of something.
This time, without Qin Yize saying anything, Gu Qiaoqiao already knew it must be gasoline. They intended to burn these people to death, knowing that these people were still alive, but clearly no longer able to work for them. So they were going to dispose of them.
This place really felt like Hell.
When Gu Qiaoqiao looked up, she saw that the air above was a blood-red mixed with black, undoubtedly formed by the gathering of those unjust souls.
