Those ad hoc bandit gangs were made up of refugees who had no families. Aside from the ones tied up in a pile, dozens more lay dead on the ground.
These were mortal enemies; no one wanted to waste their energy on them.
However, in such sweltering weather, if the corpses weren't dealt with quickly, the stench would become unbearable, not to mention how unsettling it was to just leave them there.
Doctor Liu had also said that leaving them out could lead to a plague. They had to be disposed of.
Everyone kept pushing the task onto others. By nightfall, the corpses remained exactly where they were, completely untouched.
Jin Qianqian sat by the fire, hugging her knees. She idly poked at the flames with a wooden stick. "Tell me, is there something wrong with Gu Yuanlei's head?"
She tapped her own forehead. "Can't he understand something so obvious?"
