The villages closest to this area were all destroyed, but fortunately, there weren't many bodies, and in many places, new graves appeared.
New graves!
Everyone was invigorated.
New graves meant the disaster here wasn't too severe—those who had left could even bury their dead and build graves.
There was still time.
This meant that many people likely escaped from here.
As they traveled forward, the torrential rain exposed cracks in the earth.
After a journey of four hundred miles, they finally discovered a village with many survivors. They were emaciated but were all moving toward open spaces, standing in the rain, some cheering.
Some were kneeling, constantly kowtowing to the heavens.
This rain saved their lives.
Fang Che and the others hurried over and were momentarily stunned by what they saw.
All were elderly, over sixty, with white hair.
There wasn't a single young person or child.
"Where are the village's young people?"
"They fled... They escaped the famine."
