In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Nowadays, it is very difficult to survive in this situation, let alone save others.

It's a pity that so many of the same kind have long been turned into withered bones in the wind and rain. I wonder if they can still find their way home after death?

The train moved forward quickly, and it was already dawn the next day when it arrived at the safety zone of Kyoto.

Song Jinhe put the branch into his pocket, opened the car door first and walked out, leaving only the driver on duty in the car.

Song Jinhe was followed by 80 neatly dressed residents of the Xiling Safety Zone. The thick fog slowly dispersed due to her arrival, revealing the slightly decayed gate of the Kyoto Safety Zone.

The huge iron railings were not closed, and there were signs of breakage due to the corrosion of the thick fog. Song Jinhe was not polite and directly opened the broken parts, bent down and walked in.

In the safe zone, the first thing she stepped on was bloodstains and cracked earth. There were numb survivors lying on the street. They were thin and thin. If you looked closely, you could only see the rising and falling chests, otherwise they would make people think they were dead. They are already dead.

The arrival of Song Jinhe and others attracted their attention. The person closest to the door lifted up the layers of shabby quilts on his body and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Dream?"

His voice was hoarse, and his hair was dry and falling off, with only a few hanging on the top of his head.

"How come the fog has cleared? There are still a lot of people."

The man stood up. His behavior attracted the attention of the other people lying on the roadside. They opened their cloudy eyes and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

There were many people with rosy complexions, flowing hair, and neat and new clothes. No one looked like they were dying, and they actually exuded extraordinarily vigorous vitality.

Song Jinhe stood at the front. She was not frightened by these corpse-like people. Instead, she calmly stepped forward and approached the first person who spoke.

"Hello, I am the person in charge of the Xiling Safety Zone. Is there any leader here?"

She couldn't convince everyone in the safe zone on her own, let alone spread the news widely.

In order to complete her mission faster, she had better chat with the person in charge in the safe zone first and let them inform each other. This would not only ensure efficiency, but also save her some trouble.

Perhaps Song Jinhe and others arrived too unexpectedly, so the people in the Kyoto safe zone did not attack them immediately. Instead, they stood in front of her very warily, asking their doubts with some confusion.

"Why are you looking for our person in charge? Xiling Safety Zone? How could you come from there? How is it possible that you are so far away and the fog outside is so heavy?"

Although the man's consciousness became a little blurry due to being hungry for too long, he could still see the thick fog in the distance.

The branches of the World Tree in Song Jinhe's hand can only affect the area within a hundred meters, so the thick fog further away still exists, and you can still see it easily if you look up.

"You shouldn't ask me these questions. Please ask your person in charge to come over. I need to discuss some issues with him."

Song Jinhe didn't want to talk about these things to ordinary people who were useless to the plan. He just wanted to see the person in charge of the safe zone quickly and spread the news that he could leave.

"Cough cough cough, I am, I am from the Kyoto safe zone, cough cough cough..."

An extremely tired and hoarse voice came out, and a thin middle-aged man wearing a military coat walked not far away. He seemed to have been ill for a long time, and his violent coughing made him unable to straighten his waist.

While talking, he slowly moved in front of Song Jinhe, and straightened up with difficulty to look at her.

When he saw Song Jinhe's clothes clearly, his eyes widened in surprise.

This group of people were all dressed so cleanly, and they didn't look like they had been hungry for a long time. How could this be?

Could it be that the thick fog only affected a small area and did not strike on a global scale like previous natural disasters?

Yan Qizhong covered his mouth and coughed violently. There was a blood stain in his clenched palm, which he clenched into a fist to cover up.

Song Jinhe smelled the bloody smell on his body very keenly, and naturally knew that he was very seriously ill.

His situation was not good, and it was obviously unrealistic to discuss matters with such a person. She was afraid that he would fall down as she spoke.

"Is there anyone else in charge? I think your situation is not good. It's best to rest for a while?"

Song Jinhe vaguely asked for someone to talk to, and Yan Qizhong coughed helplessly: "I'm sorry, the rest of the people in charge are dead, and they have resigned. I am the only one who can still talk to you. "

He spoke intermittently, as if he was going to die in the next moment.

Song Jinhe saw that something was not right about him, so he held his breath and took a few steps back, widening the already close distance.

"I come from the Xiling Safety Zone. The safety zone can guarantee protection from natural disasters and ensure that survivors can have enough food and clothing as long as they are willing to work.

Considering that the three safe zones of Kyoto, Qingha, and Longming are still surrounded by thick fog, I want to take those survivors who want to move to the Xiling safe zone to live. "

Hearing what Song Jinhe said, the excited survivors around him all brightened up and took a step closer to her curiously.

But most people are still skeptical. After all, natural disasters cannot be intervened by humans. Guaranteeing protection from natural disasters is really an overly fantastic thing. No one dares to believe it easily.

Although being well fed and clothed is indeed very attractive to them, no one dares to believe that Song Jinhe's words are true. What if he wants to trick them into killing them and eating meat?

Everyone was somewhat worried, hesitantly looking at each other, somewhat eager to give it a try, but they didn't dare to actually step forward and answer.

Song Jinhe understood their concerns and took out a few photos from the backpack behind him.

The photo was taken at the edge of the World Tree. The dividing line between the thick fog and the clear world is like an invisible wall that blocks the fog at the periphery.

The photos were taken at different angles and all correspond to each other.

"Dense fog has enveloped the entire Blue Star, and the survivors' sources of supplies have been cut off, and their food, clothing, housing and transportation have been affected.

The tree in the photo is rooted in the center of the Xiling Safety Zone, and natural disasters within the area will be dispersed.

The survivors have hoarded a lot of food by planting crops, and there are also many job vacancies, which can fully accept more survivors.

If you are willing, you can take the train outside the safety zone and return to the Xiling safety zone with us. "

The survivors in the Kyoto safety zone were a little surprised. A skinny man squinted his eyes in disbelief, trying to see clearly something in the thick fog a hundred meters away.

"Train? Where do the trains come from in this apocalyptic world? Even if some of them were destroyed long ago, only the iron sheets are left?"

"That's right. You don't even have a good reason for lying. Why are you teasing us like we are fools?"