"No dead bodies?"
Hu Ma turned to look at Miss White Wine, not hiding the confusion in his heart.
The more people there were in a place, the more vibrant it seemed. However, precisely because there were more people, death became unavoidable.
The hustle and bustle of Shangjing City exceeded Hu Ma's imagination; it was more vibrant than all the prefectures he'd visited before combined. But for that very reason, in such a place, someone was bound to die every day, whether from illness or old age.
Yet, in this city, there hadn't been any dead bodies for a long time. Even those who had died had reappeared in the city, a notion that sounded eerie.
"People in Shangjing City might get sick, but they don't die, as if the Book of Life and Death no longer had Shangjing City's name on it."
