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It's dawn.

There is no sunrise.The sky above the ruins was a turbid, gray lead color, like a huge rag soaked in dirty water, pressing down low, making people breathless.

Lin Qiu and Wang Hu woke up.

They sleep very lightly and wake up at the slightest movement.When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the extinguished bonfire and the golden corpse squatting next to it, like a golden sculpture.

My body was still dry, I had no strength, and I felt no hunger.But the empty, hollowed-out fear in my heart seemed to be slightly filled with the unpalatable pot of mush last night.

Lin Qiu walked to the golden corpse, imitated its appearance, squatted down, and fiddled with the pile of ashes.A few unburned charcoal glowed dark red.

"Senior Brother Chen Mo..." She spoke softly, her voice still hoarse, "Where are we going?"

The golden corpse did not look back.

It stood up slowly. The body made of gravel looked particularly tall and desolate in the gray sky.

It raised its hand and pointed in one direction.

To the north of the Qingyun Sect's ruins are rolling barren mountains that were also affected by the war.The mountains are dangerous and rugged with strange rocks. There are no spiritual fields, squares, or teleportation arrays in sight.It was a barbaric land abandoned by civilization and full of death.

"North?" Wang Hu came over, frowned, and looked in that direction, "Why go to the north? There is nothing there. The spiritual energy is pitifully thin, and even monsters don't want to be there."

The golden corpse had no explanation.

It just turned around, its amber eyes scanning Lin Qiu and Wang Hu.

His eyes were calm, but with an unquestionable determination.

Then, it took steps.

One step out of this ruins.

Lin Qiu and Wang Hu looked at each other.They didn't ask any more questions and just followed him silently.

Leaving is the only option.

What was once their home has now become a tomb.Staying here will lead to death.Although Xuan is dead, the news of the disaster caused by Xuan and the destruction of Qingyun Sect will spread sooner or later.When the time comes, those who covet the power of the Golden Corpse, those who want revenge, and even other monsters like Xuan who crawled out of the ruins... will swarm over.

They must go.

The golden corpse walked in the front.Its steps were steady, and every step it took would leave a clear footprint made of gravel on the charred earth.But these footprints will soon be blown away by the wind and disappear without a trace, as if they never existed.

Lin Qiu and Wang Hu followed behind.Their bodies are still very weak and they walk very slowly, stopping to take a breath from time to time.But they didn't complain, and they didn't stop.

Along the way, it was dead silent.

There was no chirping of birds, no chirping of insects, no rushing of streams.There was only wind, dry and cold wind, carrying dust and a burnt smell, blowing across my cheeks, hurting like a knife.

They passed some small villages and markets.

Those places were even worse than Qingyun Sect.

Qingyun Sect at least still has ruins, and these places have been completely wiped out.On the ground, there were dry and twisted corpses everywhere, some maintaining the posture of running before death, while others were entangled with each other, making it impossible to distinguish between you and me.

Lin Qiu looked away, not daring to look.

Wang Hu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists loudly.

The golden corpse remained expressionless.

It just walks.

When passing by those corpses, it would stop and take a look with its amber eyes.

Then it reaches out and picks up something from the side of the road.

A broken jade pendant.

A child's shoe.

A broken hoe.

It takes all these things into its arms.

Its arms were soon bulging, filled with these useless, blood-stained "garbage".

Lin Qiu didn't know what it was doing.

Wang Hu didn't know either.

But they didn't stop.

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