"Ayo! Bring the bodies out, place them on the sheet!" An aged voice shouted out. The rustling of bodies moving and steps echoing reverberated throughout Yi Yun's mind. It echoed out endlessly, but an unwilling will was soon born.
"No…" With a few coughs, Yi Yun lifted his body to observe the men who were carrying two bodies that had crispy flesh and burnt skin. He could only make out from his angle the dark and red colors of the two bodies, their other features almost unrecognizable.
Tears fell from his cheeks, but he still used every last ounce of his strength to lift himself up, attempting to stand. But the smoke that had filled his lungs and his patches of burnt skin was painful, and he winced multiple times throughout.
"Argh!" Yi Yun had experienced sixteen years of life, and they included doing all sorts of jobs, humiliating and painful, yet today was the most painful moment of his life.