After saying this, she didn't wait for Niao Niao to respond; she ran out.
Niao Niao couldn't call her back.
She was speechless—since when were soldiers so free to come and go as they pleased...
Clearly, Feng Yueya had not realized her current identity.
She sprinted out the main gate, following the direction the soldiers had left in, and soon caught up with them.
"Wait a minute!" She stopped the two men.
"What's the matter?" asked the soldier in front, seeing she was dressed the same as them and addressing her politely.
Feng Yueya's gaze fell on the stretcher-bound wounded man, noticing that his exposed neck and arms were ulcerated, and the man was barely hanging on to life. Clearly, he didn't have much time left.
"Where are you taking him?"
"He's about to die, and the doctor said we can't let him die among the people, to prevent the spread of disease. So they told us to carry him to a dilapidated temple. That's where all the dead are placed," the soldier replied earnestly.
