Fang Yu was not sure whether it was a human race or not.

But from the appearance point of view, it is basically the appearance of the human race.

Some of them were still walking on the street, still looking at each other and talking to each other.

There are some stalls on the side of the street, hawkers on the stalls, people who want to buy things in front of the stalls, and old men standing at the end of the street with their hands behind their backs and smiling faces, etc...

Everything in front of me is a scene that can be seen in every city.

But the problem is, these bodies in this ancient city... are all the same color as the entire ancient city, covered with this layer of yellow sand.

Their bodies are still there, but their voices have been lost, but their bodies have not decayed and still maintain their original movements.

"Why is this city... like this?"

Fang Yu's eyes flashed with shock as he walked towards the nearest body in front.

This is a young man with an unsheathed sword on his waist, walking alone on the street.

His posture was normal, and although he was covered with a layer of yellow sand, it could still be seen that his expression was serious, as if he was going to accomplish something important.

But these are not the point.
Chapter completed!