Chapter 67: "Isn't this coming?

"..."

Chen Qiu glanced at the bear-type demon beast being besieged nearby, then looked toward the little girl still curled up in a corner crying. He walked over, stuffed her into the stove room of a nearby courtyard, and then turned to leave the courtyard, looking at the cobblestone road shrouded in darkness. He murmured,

"The world shouldn't be like this."

He could accept being killed by bandits who blocked his way, or being killed by other cultivators for his treasures, or even being taken by the Flower Offering Sect to be used as a nourishing ingredient.

Although it was a resentful way to die, there was at least a reason for it.

But...

What reason did these people in Fufeng City have to die? Without doing anything wrong, they had to be buried alongside so many others just because of a minor version change in the Heavenly Dao, or because an Evil Cultivator came with an army of ten thousand demon beasts, causing hundreds of thousands to die here.