But in just ten days, his body had visibly withered away. His face was ashen, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and even his hair had started to turn gray...
Now, if you said he was a middle-aged man of forty, no one would doubt it!
He was holding a large gourd, taking a couple of swigs from it every so often. But just moments after drinking, he'd take another couple of swigs... His whole expression was dazed and vacant.
And people like that...
He was far from the only one!
Almost all the members of the Nanhe Gang, including that Second Uncle Yuan... were all like this!
Second Uncle Yuan was already getting on in years, somewhere in his forties or fifties.
Now, his hair was completely shot with gray, dry and brittle as withered grass, without a hint of its proper sheen.
He had never been fat to begin with, but now he was nothing but skin and bones... looking just like a refugee on the road to exile...
And it wasn't just the Nanhe Gang!
