Help, I've become a paper man

These words did not ease Song Yi's trance. Instead, he had more questions in his mind. But before he could think about it, the shouting sounded again. Another wave of people came back. The formation seemed a little loose. Most of them were supporting the injured. Some of those who could not walk were carried and moved. As soon as they approached here, they began to shout for help and asked someone to come over to help.

Before Song Yi had time to think about it, he was swept up in everyone's actions. He had no time to refuse and was thrown into a new round of busyness.

To some extent, he was half successful and temporarily put the thoughts in his mind aside, but apart from that, there was still an inexplicable emotion in his heart that was still floating in the air and couldn't find its home.

The smell of blood, crying, wailing and shouting mixed together, with tiny sounds included, such as the sand kicked up by the soles of shoes when walking hurriedly, which was kicked away again during the tumbling, and the sound of metal collisions between knives. Everything around kneaded the chaotic sounds together to create a heavy atmosphere.

Song Yi was in the middle of it, and he was even more silent than before. Except for raising his head from time to time to look at the sky, he did not make any extra movements. But even so, he did not look "relaxed", as if he was in a job with no future.

Just after treating one batch of patients, new wounded were sent in one after another. The number of people was indeed gradually decreasing. Some people with minor injuries even left in a hurry after their wounds were treated and did not stay for too long. However, the busyness of the crowd did not decrease in the slightest.

When there is just a surplus of labor, those people can finally take a break, but that is only a "break" before they have to rush to another job.

According to Song Yi, most of these people are crazy.

They picked up wood and steel bars, and some even went to move bricks and tiles. They picked and chose from the damaged buildings, selecting the usable ones and bringing them back. It was only then that Song Yi realized something was wrong.

Originally he was standing on the upper floor, and what he saw from that place was a spectacular fireworks display, but at some point, the ground began to collapse, and not only was the ground damaged, but the rest of the products of human civilization also suffered varying degrees of damage in this disaster.

Monsters will attack from the sky, and the ground will sink in several places. The world that originally belonged to humans has become the center of food at this time, being wrapped from both sides, waiting to be squeezed.

Song Yi really couldn't figure out what these people were doing if purgatory was spreading. When he passed by, some people were setting up tents.

The man was not idle either. He turned his head and boasted to others, saying that he was lucky to have found this just after he passed by, and it was not damaged yet. After tidying it up, he would have a place to sleep at night.

Song Yi just listened, and then he paused, and couldn't help asking: "Brother, what are you busy with?"

The man looked over and didn't recognize him, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just shrugged and answered casually:

"You don't know this? Of course we are building a camp, but it's temporary. We are still waiting for the situation to develop. We will move if there is a change."

Song Yi nodded, indicating that he understood, but in fact there was still confusion in his eyes. But more importantly... he still had work to do. He was still pushing the cart around, being directed to move equipment everywhere.

As for this job, no one said anything to him, and it didn't seem to be directed at him, but it did feel like a deliberate assignment.

It's not that he doesn't like it, he even thinks it's suitable for him. From the perspective of physical fitness alone, this kind of physical work is suitable for him, needless to say. But looking at the ground today, there are many obstacles, and it is really difficult for humans to lift the car when they encounter obstacles.

But for him, if he wasn't afraid that things on the car would fall down, he could lift them up with one hand, so why would he need to use both hands?

But the question is... why did everyone assign their positions during the action without any communication or discussion? It can't be because of Yan Changyue, right?

As he was thinking this, he became distracted again. While walking, he subconsciously looked left and right, trying to find Yan Changyue, but as before, he was easily satisfied - Yan Changyue was always in the busiest places. Although he still had a calm demeanor, his movements did not stop. He could feel how busy the other person was with just a glance.

It's really not convenient to reminisce about the past.

Song Yi shook his head and stopped again, waiting for the other party to take the equipment away. He was ready to take on another commission and rush to the next place, but he heard no sound.

"Doctor, is there anything else you need?" Song Yi asked.

The man didn't even raise his head. His hands were still busy, cleaning someone's wound. He said hurriedly, "I'm not a doctor. Oh, by the way, it's okay now, kid, you should take a rest too."

Song Yi laughed dryly and said, "Okay, doctor, I'll leave my car here first and look around. Call me if you need anything."

Then, there was a new round of silence. He only saw the other party nodding. There was no verbal communication. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk. Song Yi didn't dwell on it and started walking around as he said.

He was originally just confused and wanted to take a good look at the place and try to get the answer from it, but Yan Changyue was here, and as he walked, his steps began to move and the distance between them began to narrow.

This is not considered a lie. What he said just now, "Call me if you need anything," was not an empty promise. Even if he was closer and there was a commission over there, he would not miss it if he called him, judging by Stardust's hearing. This was not something to worry about.

But for some reason, as he walked, he felt uneasy in his heart, as if he wanted to lift a veil to see the covered scenery. He didn't even pay attention to Yan Changyue. Therefore, after coming here, until now, he has not been able to hear the other party's voice clearly.

Who are these people? Why are they here at this time? What is Yan Changyue's identity? What role does she play in this?

All kinds of thoughts popped up and rolled around in Song Yi's mind. This was not difficult to guess. If he wanted to explore, it would not be difficult. But his intuition was sending out a warning, sending out a "danger" signal. In fact, even without this, he knew that with Yan Changyue's strength...

He wanted to listen, just like carrying a subwoofer, breaking into the other person's spiritual world and dancing in front of them, and the sound was exceptionally clear.

It's so embarrassing!

Song Yi was screaming in his heart. After all, he had only peeped into Sui Yuesheng's life secretly, never in front of the person. Now he was facing him head-on and listening in front of him, which seemed a bit abnormal.

He sighed and looked away, focusing on the camp. Some places had already been built, but they were just simple piles and not very solid. If there were no subsequent renovations, there might still be safety hazards, but it should be fine for one night.

It's just that the buildings are pretty shabby.

Song Yi thought about it, shook his head, sighed lightly, and was about to change his route back when he was blocked.

The person who came was still a pigtailed girl, and as soon as he came over he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Song Yi said honestly: "I don't know that there is purgatory above their heads. Why don't these people run away? Why are they still building camps? Is it the farming gene that is at work?"

When the pigtail heard this, he stumbled and almost tripped himself. He turned his head hastily and looked at Song Yi with suspicion in his eyes, but after a few seconds, it turned into pity and he just asked:

"Do you know that when Purgatory wakes up, you can't run around randomly, or you'll be swallowed into the gap?"

"Do you know that after it descends, you can choose the direction to leave based on where it lands?"

Song Yi really didn't know, but before he could answer, the braided boy sighed and said, "Forget it, you're still a child, and Boss Yan is deliberately protecting you, so it's normal that you don't know some things."

The pigtail raised his hand and continued, "Besides... Boss Yan will be here with us, protecting everyone. Let's wait until tomorrow. Nothing will happen."

After saying this, without waiting for Song Yi to react, Xiaobianzi turned around and ran to the next place to help.

Song Yi took a deep breath. This was the first time he heard only praises for Yan Changyue from others. He felt quite weird.

He thought, just listen for a while, just listen for a little while. His heart was pounding and he missed Yan Changyue more than before.

Song Yi concentrated his mind and paid attention to it, deliberately "eavesdropping" on the voices over there. The voices over there were noisy, and someone was talking about something, mixed with professional terms. He didn't understand it for a moment, but in the end, the person asked Yan Changyue, "Aren't you going to evacuate yet?"

At the same time, Yan Changyue caught the mental fluctuations, looked over, and her eyes met Song Yi's.

He saw Yan Changyue's lips opening and closing, and a familiar voice came into his ears, saying:

"No need. This is what I should do. Let humans survive."