"He doesn't dare shoot arrows, he's just trying to scare us. There must be food inside." The refugees shouted and frantically slammed against the iron gate. Nuanyang's brows furrowed deeply. The man's neck was covered in red rashes, his eyes bloodshot, looking vicious as if aware of his own infection—wanting to drag others down with him.
Nuanyang released an arrow, piercing through his chest. The refugees screamed and retreated repeatedly, shocked that Nuanyang would actually shoot. The man clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, unmoving.
