East of Wangshan City.
The black flag with red characters of the Evil Suppression Bureau was planted on the ground, flapping in the wind. A bonfire was lit to dispel the chill of the deep winter night.
The people who survived the disaster saw the light, saw the flag of the Evil Suppression Bureau, and ran here crying and wailing to gather.
It was supposed to be a time for family reunion on New Year's Eve, but every household experienced life-and-death separation.
He Buning's face was pale, covered with a cloak that was not clean, gathering all the Day Traveling Envoys and ordinary constables who escaped from the Evil Suppression Bureau, totaling just over thirty people.
The commotion in the city had long since ceased. Xiao Liu led a team to investigate, while He Buning paced nervously.
Before long, he saw the Black Donkey carrying Xia Chan rushing out of the forest. Xia Chan's hair was disheveled, and she was crying so hard she could hardly breathe.
