Su Mo stood in the center of the disc, her brows furrowed as she looked at the bodies strewn all around.
"Where do the bodies come from?"
Li Qian dragged a female corpse from a pile of bodies, the first to have been slain, and laid it aside on an empty patch of ground. "This must be Fang Lian."
Her body, naked and corpserized, bore a conspicuous white turbid fluid on her abdomen.
Su Mo crouched beside her, observed her lower body, and said, "She was violated."
Lu Jin walked over from a distance, stood in front of the corpse for a long time, with little expression on his face, and asked faintly, "Who did it?"
Within the remaining group of survivors, several men with guilty looks began to quietly move to the back.
A soldier approached to report, "There are too many people here; we couldn't control the central area immediately."
Compared to the large influx of refugees, there were significantly fewer soldiers.
