"Tick-tock tick-tock..."
Red liquid, resembling sweat and blood, fell from mid-air onto the dry soil, blooming into corrupted flowers.
A sweat-blooded good horse galloped across the mountain ridges, and Viscount Mo'er, who was still employing a plaster cast on his arm, spat behind him upon seeing Fengdan County in the distance. His thick phlegm landed on a withered-looking woman.
The woman's clothes were ragged, her right arm cradling a barely one-year-old baby, and her left hand supporting an elderly man.
Following the woman were dozens of men and women, all bearing a similar appearance, each invariably shackled by heavy leg irons.
Due to the long trek through the jungle, their soles were worn and torn, mixing blood and sweat on the ground, forming bloody footprints. Their lips, having not touched water, were as parched as the driest land, all crumpled up.
