142 The Ruins

Sha Jiao and others were looking for their loved ones with grieved expressions on their faces.

The environment of the wasteland was extremely nasty. It had made the barbarian children develop a strong and firm character. And, shedding tears was considered to be a shame. But, everyone’s faces were drenched in tears owing to the uncontrollable pain in their hearts.

Shi Mu walked over to them. He wanted to say some comforting words. But, he couldn’t speak anything.

Words seemed to be powerless at this moment.

"Father… Father…"

Suddenly, a burst of mournful cries echoed. It was Sha Jiao’s voice.

Shi Mu’s vision brightened. He then looked in the direction where the voice had come from.

It was the central square of the tribe. It was the altar where the sacrificial ceremony and the bonfire party had been held the last evening.

However, the central square had changed beyond recognition. The statue of the Raven God had also been smashed into pieces and scattered on the ground.