With Qinggong, they flew swiftly, and it took them half a day for the twelve of them to finally leave the jungle.
Ruyan spotted a thatched hut not far away and couldn't believe her eyes, "Look, there's a hut over there."
The thatched hut was so dilapidated that they suspected it might collapse with a gust of wind.
Yan Feibei flew forward alone, looked inside the hut, his expression changed, and then he retreated.
"How is it?"
"Inside the hut, two people are dead. The bodies have already decomposed, they must have been dead for a long time. Coupled with the mutilation, it's likely they were dismembered by wild animals."
Yan Feibei reported to the group.
Ruyan frowned, "Then these corpses need to be handled, otherwise it could lead to a widespread plague, and it won't be easy to cure."
"That's for sure. Should we just burn them with fire?"
"Yes."
