The hut before him wasn't tall. Tang Wen sized up the doorframe—he'd have to duck his head to get in.
Using his Night Vision Ability, he peered through the simple wooden door.
Just inside, a set of four or five steps led down about half a meter.
This design both expanded the interior space and took advantage of the cool ground.
The hut had no windows, and no bed inside. A person, so thin they were nothing but bones, slept on the floor. He was bald with a white beard, his age impossible to guess.
Besides a fire pit and some firewood, the hut contained a few pieces of rag-like clothing, a hemp rope caked with mud, a few unidentifiable fruits, and two buckets filled with muddy water…
'Even right after I crossed over, I would've been a rich man compared to them.'
'This wasn't living. It was just surviving.'
'Surviving like beasts.'
Tang Wen muttered a few words under his breath and drifted to another earthen hut. The scene inside was much the same.
