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The capital city of the Great Zhou Kingdom revealed a scene of decay everywhere. The streets were full of dead leaves chased by the wind, just like passers-by rushing home, hurriedly running past with their hands on their backs. A weak figure crawled slowly along the base of the wall. He was shivering in the wind. The clothes on his body looked so thin and shabby that a gust of wind could take away a few pieces from him. The biting autumn wind howled and blocked his way to continue crawling. At a corner, he stopped, lying on the ground, motionless, just like those who suddenly fell to the ground, they could only wait for death to come.