Wu You'ai's words cast a heavy silence over the group, one filled with dawning horror. If even law-abiding citizens struggled to find enough to eat, what fate awaited criminals? Perhaps only death.
Zhu Fan shivered, accidentally touching his wound, which caused him to grimace in pain. He stretched out his withered, aged hand, unable to stop it from trembling. Why, why has it become like this?
The wound kept festering and oozing, then formed sores. Despite the hot weather, it didn't seem to become inflamed, yet it looked as though it would never heal. Zhu Fan had asked the other two, and they were experiencing the same issues. Their bodies' fluids seemed to have been drained in an instant, making them appear many years older.
Jing Shu was also pondering this problem.
