A familiar figure appeared in Ji Fengyan's line of sight.
A crazy and miserable looking woman held up a ruptured stomach. In her arms were also the barely visible shadows of two infant ghosts.
Ji Fengyan narrowed her eyes. She looked up at those dumbfounded citizens. "Now, they are right before you. Why don't you ask them how did they die?"
The citizens were all in a daze. They couldn't believe they were seeing people who had already passed on.
The families of the victims—those who had been venting all their hatred on the Wolf Smoke Regiment—were already sobbing their eyes out. With trembling voices, they asked their loved ones just how they died.
Those ghosts floated above the ground and looked at their families with agonized expressions. Bitterness twisted their features.
[It was demons.]
[Demons.]
[They attacked me. They tore apart my flesh and dug out my organs…]
[Pain… so much pain…]
