There were about ten villagers, both adults and children, who had been bitten by the ghost-faced locusts in Dahe Village. Now, they were all brought into the village chief's courtyard.
The ten or so villagers were lined up in a row, with all the other villagers crowding around the courtyard, craning their necks to peer inside.
The village chief stood guard beside his little grandson, who appeared to be only about four or five years old. His right arm, bitten by the locusts, had swollen to the size of a steamed bun. The skin had already torn, and the wound was oozing with pus, which was accompanied by a high fever.
In comparison, the child's condition wasn't the most severe.
The most serious cases were an elderly woman and a farmer, both of whom had several parts of their bodies severely rotting from repeated locust bites. QingWu could already see the dense, inescapable death energy surrounding them.
