"There's been a situation."
Yu Shu spoke hesitantly, stumbling over his words.
Just recently, in New Spring Town, the first case of an infection 'death' due to the spiritual plague has emerged...
Ji Jue remained silent, for a long time, and slowly stood up.
He walked out the door.
.
.
The market was eerily quiet, with a security line already set up.
In the distance, some people still looked on in fear, the shock yet to dissipate. Thanks to prior preparations and arrangements, the death of the infected did not cause large-scale chaos and panic.
The crowd had been evacuated and addressed as soon as it was discovered.
The stalls still had soup boiling, yet behind the table, a frail man lay on a chair, curled up, seemingly unable to wake up, with no sign of life left.
A brief afternoon nap from which he never awoke.
It seemed as if he was still lost in a dream, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
As if he was smiling.
