The caravan passed through the village where they had rested before, just as always. But this time, they didn't see anyone to greet them, nor did they see any villagers coming and going.
All that remains here are ruins and wreckage.
"tread……"
Walking among the ruins, Han Feiyu could still see several corpses, covered with wounds of various sizes, as well as traces of fire burns.
What happened here is clear at a glance.
The people in the caravan were relatively well-off; they had traveled all over the country and had seen many storms.
Those who hitchhike were a different story; some were so scared their legs went weak, and some even vomited.
"...Everyone, let's rest here for a bit. The area doesn't look so peaceful anymore. We'll leave once we've rested."
After a moment of silence, the person in charge decided to rest there, even though the place wasn't great, at least they could catch their breath.
Long journeys on the road can easily lead to accidents.
"Grandpa, what's going on? It doesn't seem like it was that long ago when we were last here, did it?"
Han Feiyu sat on a rock, which was made of bricks from a house and had somehow flown here.
Looking at those corpses, some of which hadn't completely turned into bones, their movements and postures proved the immense fear they faced before their deaths.
With his eyes closed, he could almost hear them crying and feel their sorrow.
Why, why has this place become like this?
"These traces... are quite obvious. Two groups clashed here, and the aftermath of the battle destroyed this place."
I heard a few days ago that several members of the Blood Shadow Sect, one of the demonic sects in the Western Regions, were being hunted down by the Heavenly Fire Sect of the Righteous Alliance.
The shriveled corpse, the knife wounds, and the charred remains around it—it could only have been done by both of them.
"Heavenly Fire Sect? Those guys, aren't they supposed to be a prestigious and righteous sect..."
A charred bone appeared in Han Feiyu's hand. With his enhanced observational abilities through the storyteller's path, he roughly guessed how the victim had died.
"During the escape, someone behind us used the power of fire to cover a large area."
He was engulfed in flames, and tried to roll around to put them out but failed; he was burned alive.
"You kid, there are some things you can't just say. Whatever they say is the right thing to do."
Although many people, because of their power, do not value the lives of ordinary people, those who block their way may be killed on a whim.
However, not using the blood of living people for training, and not using secret techniques to control ordinary people into zombies or puppets, is already quite good.
Old Han had seen many such scenes, which is why, as a storyteller, he had to do everything in his power to obtain an original manuscript for himself.
There's nothing else to it, it's all about power.
You're too weak. Who knows, one day two masters might be fighting and happen to pass by where you are.
You don't even know what happened; everything just goes black, and you're dead.
Who can I reason with about this?
He also saw through Han Feiyu's thoughts and wanted to advise his own child that storytellers were all alone and should not provoke those powerful and influential masters.
Those righteous sects are distinguished by comparison with the demonic sects; at least they don't actively engage in mass killings, which is already a blessing.
"hehe……"
For once, Han Feiyu didn't listen to Old Man Han's words, because he still felt that the world shouldn't be like this.
In the past, in order to instill a correct value in his child, Old Han had told him that good people are rewarded and bad people are punished.
There were many more such teachings, and although Han Feiyu did not fully agree with them, he kept them in mind.
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