The wild dog looked up in their direction, its eyes completely red.
Gu Fei didn't dare look again. She quickly turned her head and pulled Lan Zhi, quickening her pace for a few steps.
Fortunately, the weather was cold now. The daytime temperature was only a few degrees, so the bodies of those who died on the roadside, unburied, had not yet begun to rot quickly.
Once spring arrived and the temperature warmed, one could only imagine how much bacteria the rotting corpses everywhere would breed. A plague would surely follow.
At that point, it would be truly impossible to leave even if they wanted to.
Gu Zhang, leaning back in the cart, saw it too. He said to Gu Fei, who was walking beside him, "Sigh, how has the world come to this? I should have gone to your uncle's house myself. I would have had to drag him, but I should have made him come with us. The way things are, if it doesn't rain this spring, there'll be no way to survive."
