Many of them went back to their hometowns, and only a few worked from young until old age.
They worked from the Spirit Herb Garden to the canteen, and finally died of old age.
Birth, age, sickness, and death.
Sometimes, observing all this, Jiang Hao couldn't stay calm.
When people get old, get sick, as ordinary people, they have no way out.
In the face of destiny, they are helpless and powerless.
"Have you noticed anything?" Jiang Hao asked.
He was referring to the ordinary people in the Spirit Herb Garden.
"I have discovered one, but need further confirmation," Cheng Chou immediately replied.
Jiang Hao nodded.
Finding one is already good.
There were only three in total.
However, as they were not dangerous individuals, they were just let be.
It was considered a training for Cheng Chou.
Afterward, Jiang Hao went in to take care of the Spirit Herb Garden. He hadn't been here in a long time, and many people didn't recognize him.
Dusk.