Staring at the moon, Su Changxing felt a ripple in his spirit, he was affected, feeling his thoughts noticeably slow, though only slightly.
If he hadn't paid close attention, he wouldn't have noticed at all.
But he had such strong spiritual power and was still affected, what about others, those ordinary people with much weaker spiritual power?
Wouldn't they be like idiots now?
As Su Changxing thought of this, he noticed the strangeness in the surrounding streets, these people seemed to be doing their own things, walking back and forth on the streets.
But they rarely discussed with each other, resulting in a quiet street, a lively silence, accompanied by a strong sense of disconnection.
"Massacre is ultimately too exaggerated, and completely unnecessary, at most killing the plague patients and destroying the corpses."
