She pieced together the body of the woman who had died and buried her.
Sitting there all night, it wasn't until early the next day when the rain finally stopped.
Drenched through, she sluggishly left the place.
How old was she at that time?
Ten years old?
Eleven?
Ah, she had lived for tens of thousands of years, those events were almost forgotten by her.
But now, because of this, those memories were dug up once again.
Su Yan's gaze watched those scenes of violent tearing.
She remained motionless the entire time.
Until those crazed, hate-filled people gradually regained their sanity.
Having killed those they hated, they took deep breaths and fled in a disheveled manner.
Most of the people left.
However, a very small number stayed seated in front of the dead, laughing hysterically.
Tears streaming down as they laughed, they collapsed to the ground, still laughing.
Presumably, they no longer wished to leave.
Tortured into a less-than-human state.
