Wusu County is nestled between the mountains, and at this time, the pomegranate flowers in the city are blooming vigorously, as if they are burning all the way to the evening clouds on the horizon.
The border town is not guarded by Military Guards, and the population is particularly sparse.
Wusu County is a wealthy county, and logically, the population should not be this sparse.
But as Baili An traveled along the way, he discovered that the town seemed to have been plundered by something, exuding an atmosphere of war everywhere.
In the clear daylight, there were not many pedestrians on the streets.
Only some poorly clad, thin orphans hurried through the dark alleys, tightly clutching something in their arms.
It seemed as if they had taken advantage of the chaos to find food from unattended stalls to fill their stomachs.
Even the sky had attracted a large number of carrion-eating vultures.
