A few years ago, Guihua Village, where no villager survived the plague, is now bustling. Many people are walking back and forth in the village, moving very quickly, looking a bit anxious. Their expressions are numb, their eyes hollow, like walking corpses.
Some people are sitting on the ground, devouring buns. Their faces are dark, hair disheveled, clothes ragged, hands covered in dirt and wounds.
Prince Chu and Lin Geng sit among these people, their appearances indistinguishable from the rest, completely unrecognizable.
A few days ago, Prince Chu and Lin Geng disguised themselves and infiltrated Guihua Village. They were so well-disguised that they did not attract any attention.
The people here number enough that as long as there are plenty, they won't draw the overseers' attention. Furthermore, everyone here looks so distressed, each face blackened, features indistinct, impossible to tell who is who.
