The dense Indian lilac forest cast slender and spindle-shaped silhouettes under the scorching sun.
The constant buzz of insects mingled with the noisy hot wind.
The stacked wild grasses on the bullock cart were intermittently blown by the wind, revealing the corner of a dried, stinking corpse. A pair of pale, shriveled legs could vaguely be seen, and an odd smell of fly eggs still emanated from the clothes hidden beneath the withered grass...
The young boy looked perplexedly at the man emerging from the dense forest.
"Sir... I don't understand what you are talking about..."
His expression was full of confusion and sincerity.
Gu Shen stopped.
He calmly observed the young lad before him.
Watching his "performance."
