Jingyang kept retreating, soon bumping into the original pile of corpses. There was no way out.,A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.,Recalling the heart-wrenching pain he had felt before waking, Jing Yang looked around. Surrounded by these corpses, half-buried in towering weeds, he finally understood the reason for his dream-like experience.。