One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Although it was just an offhand remark, Li Hongxiu was stunned by the decisiveness and indifference revealed in Su Heng’s words. She stood frozen and unusually silent at that moment.

"Do you know what to do if a forest catches fire?"

Su Heng stood on the dilapidated, abandoned dock, looking downstream at Changbai River. The river water was turbulent and slightly murky, its misty vapor yet to disperse. The ancient city was shrouded in a light mist, surrounded by neatly tiered terraces of lush greenery, resembling a slowly unfolding landscape painting.

But at this moment.

Su Heng could clearly sense.

The Divine Plague had begun to break out in the city, spreading rapidly.

Screams of flesh being torn apart soon followed, and a strong smell of blood slowly permeated the air.

"Wind fuels the fire. If you want to prevent the entire forest from being burnt down, the best way is to burn a firebreak around the source. This necessary cruelty dictates that if these people do not die now, then hundreds, if not thousands more will perish in future disasters, so there’s no point in hesitation."

"I understand." Li Hongxiu looked at Su Heng’s robust, dark silhouette and nodded gravely.