Subsequently, the two of them left the Wild Banana Forest and returned to the main road.
Looking back again, the mounds of graves were no longer visible.
Except for the faint scent of blood lingering in the air, it seemed as though nothing had ever happened.
It was late at night, and it's just as well because otherwise the consequences would have been significant.
At this time, the moonlight and starlight still shone brightly, and occasionally, people driving three-wheel carts would pass by. They only glanced at Weng Xingban's overturned three-wheeler in the roadside ditch before moving on. People here don't like meddling in other people's affairs. Their own lives are busy enough, and if they can't manage, how could they possibly take care of others?
This social condition stems from the oppression under the warlords' authority.
Of course, even in some nations today, people don't like to intervene because they can't afford to, such as helping elderly folks cross the street...
