On a vast fertile field, in the spring season, there should be a scene of busy farming and busy farming, with grass growing, orioles flying, and flowers blooming, but instead, what is shown is a scene of mourning and mourning everywhere.
Countless people are running for their lives on the earth, like ants on a hot pot. There are so many people that there is no end in sight, millions and millions!
Cries, screams, and desperate cries resounded throughout the countryside.
People are running for their lives, and those who are capable of running fast wish they had extra legs or even wings (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com