Lu Wan and Shen Yan did not return along the original route, but instead chose to go back along a longer road on the other side. "Save the child." An old woman limped over and fell in front of Lu Wan. Lu Wan and Shen Yan were sitting on the road when they came across a village. Most of the ground in the village was covered with blood, and there were broken arms and legs everywhere, some of which were infested with flies. The old woman in front of him had a dusty face and was skinny. The child in her arms also had a frown on his face.
"What happened?" Lu Wan let go of Shen Yan's hand, helped the old woman up, took out a folding chair from the back and asked the old woman to sit on it. The old woman wiped away her tears with her rough hands. The old woman was holding the child, and the child was crying because he had nothing to eat. The old woman was so anxious that she was at a loss as to what to do.
"Before, there was a war in the neighboring country, and they used our village as bait. They took all the men in our village away, and they never came back. Later, a group of people came to our village. They robbed whoever they could, and killed whoever they could. I was able to save my life only by hiding in the woods." The old woman spoke of these things in tears, and the child in her arms seemed a little tired of crying, and his crying gradually became smaller. "Then there are no more people left?"
While Lu Wan was asking questions to the old woman, he took out some food that Sister Qin and Brother Qin had given them from his backpack and handed it over. The old woman took it impatiently and gulped it down. The skin on her mouth was cracked and bleeding. Lu Wan handed over the water bag. The old woman ate the dry food in no time and gave some water to the child. Only then did the child stop making a fuss.
"Yes, there are still a few survivors behind the village. This place is remote and there is no one around. If you lose an arm or something, you will just lie there and wait to die. Why are our lives so miserable?" The old woman slapped her thigh, and Lu Wan asked the old woman to take them to where the wounded were. It was still quite cool in the shade. Several people were lying on the ground, groaning and moaning, their faces covered with sweat. "I can't eat anything. I can only drink some water."
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After saying that, the old woman took the kettle that Lu Wan had given her and fed it to the wounded little by little. Lu Wan turned to look at Shen Yan, who frowned. He didn't expect that people in the border areas lived such a hard life. "Help them." Lu Wan shook Shen Yan's hand, and Shen Yan nodded without hesitation. It was what he should do.
Seeing the ruins, black smoke was rising from things that were no longer in the shape of a house and drifting up into the sky.
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