Somewhere on Lianyun.

the autumn wind blows everywhere, and the sun is like blood.

it should have been the harvest season, but now it's a vast expanse of land. In some places, a golden valley of immortals has matured. But there is no harvest. There are dead bodies everywhere. In some villages, there is no one alive.

on the path outside the village, the three figures walked with their hands. From afar, there was a sound of coughing again and again, which was heartbreaking, as if they were going to break their throat at any time.

these three people are ye Kong and others who fled all the way.

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