The calamity brought by the Calamity Beast has drawn to a close.
As the village chief of Fengbai Village, Feng Pingcheng felt deeply remorseful.
If only he had been a bit more cautious and arranged for people to keep watch at night, perhaps they could have detected this disaster earlier and avoided it.
But the villagers of Fengbai Village who were lost are gone forever.
For those who remain, life must go on.
The elderly and women were responsible for repairing the damaged houses, while the men began to dissect, transport, and dry the carcasses of the Calamity Beasts.
They needed to hurry with the processing.
If too much time passed, so many carcasses would inevitably breed viruses, causing an epidemic.
Han Zhan stood at the village entrance, watching groups of busy Fengbai villagers, yet he remained immovable, lost in thought.
