Chapter 65 The Saint is Coming

Spring gradually faded away, and the sun hung high in the sky; in a blink, another three months had passed.

However, this year's human tribes were markedly different from those of previous years. Disease spread, and the climate had become increasingly unpredictable. Although it was the height of summer, nights were often abnormally cold.

People could only huddle by the hearth, drawing some warmth from the flames. Under such circumstances, more people fell ill in their beds.

At the same time, some rumors also began to spread among the crowds. On certain cold nights, some claimed to have seen the faces of departed friends on the deserted streets.

They had died at the mouths of wild beasts or from the torment of sickness, but now, they wandered the towns at night as if alive.

But unlike when they were alive, these supposed dead appeared ethereal, their expressions blank, and before familiar people could approach, they would often vanish in an instant.