In the dream, how were these people supposed to survive?
Zhou Baiyu couldn't find any clues to the many questions; his senses reached out and discovered quite a few people.
Thinking of those people in the memory who gathered towards the light, Zhou Baiyu realized he himself was the only source of light—
Wouldn't he be very popular in such night colors?
That's what he thought, but reality soon slapped him in the face.
When Zhou Baiyu approached the silhouettes in the darkness, attempting to move to another place, to communicate with others... he indeed saw the pale face of a middle-aged man, with prominent dark circles under his eyes, as if smeared with black around them.
His body looked as if it had been skinned by life, the whole person was so thin that it was somewhat creepy.
On the endless land, it seemed that every dozen meters or so, you would see such a person.
But the man's eyes were full of terror and anger: