In this situation, it is already very difficult for me to survive, let alone save others.

It's a pity that so many of the same kind have already turned into a dry skeleton in the wind and rain, I wonder if they can find their way home after they die?

The train was speeding forward, and by the time it reached the Kyoto Safety Zone, it was already dawn the next day.

Song Jinhe put the branch in his pocket, took the lead in opening the car door and walked down, leaving only the driver on duty in the car.

Song Jinhe was followed by 80 neatly dressed residents of the Xiling Safety Zone, and the dense fog slowly dispersed because of her arrival, revealing the slightly decaying gate of the Kyoto Safety Zone.

The huge iron railing was not closed, because the corrosion of the dense fog had already shown signs of breakage, and Song Jinhe was not polite, directly broke the broken part, bent down and walked in.

The first thing she stepped on in the safe zone was bloodstained and cracked ground, and the streets were lined with numb survivors, their bodies were so thin that they could only see their heaving chests when looked closely, otherwise they would have made one think they were already dead.

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

"Dreaming?"

His voice was hoarse, his hair was dry and falling out, and only a few strands hung on the top of his head.

"How did the fog clear? There are a lot of people. ”

The man stood up on his feet, his actions attracting the attention of the rest of the people who had fallen on the side of the road, and he opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

There are many people, their faces are ruddy, their hair is flowing, their clothes are as neat as new, and everyone's face is not in a state of dying and withering, but they actually exude extraordinarily vigorous vitality.

Song Jinhe stood at the forefront, she was not frightened by these corpse-like people, but stepped forward very calmly and approached the first person to speak.

"Hello, I'm the person in charge of the Xiling Security Zone, may I ask if you have a leader here?"

She couldn't single-handedly move the entire security zone, let alone spread the word widely.

In order to complete her mission faster, she had better talk to the person in charge in the security zone first, so that their own people can notify each other and spread it, which can not only ensure efficiency, but also save her some trouble.

Perhaps Song Jinhe and the others came too abruptly, and the people in the Kyoto Safety Zone did not immediately attack them, but stood in front of her very vigilantly, asking about their doubts with some puzzlement.

"What are you looking for our person in charge for? West Ridge Safe Zone? How did you come from there, so far away, with such a big fog outside, how could it be? ”

Although the man's consciousness had become a little blurred from being hungry for too long, he could still see a thick fog farther away.

The branches of the World Tree in Song Jinhe's hand could only affect the area within a radius of 100 meters, so the dense fog farther away still existed, and as long as you looked up, it could still be easily seen.

"You shouldn't ask me these words, please ask your person in charge to come over, I need to discuss some problems 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 meet the person in charge of the security zone as soon as possible, and spread the news that he could leave as soon as possible.

"Ahem, ahem, I am, I'm in the Kyoto Safety Zone, ahem, ahem, ahem, ......"

An extremely tired and hoarse voice came out, and not far away came a thin middle-aged man in a military coat, who seemed to have been sick for a long time, and his violent cough made him unable to straighten his waist.

In between speaking, he slowly moved to Song Jinhe's face, and straightened up with difficulty to look at her.

When he saw the clothes on Song Jinhe's body, his eyes widened in surprise.

This group of people is so cleanly dressed, and it doesn't look like they've been hungry for a long time, how can this be?

Could it be that the fog only affected a small area, and did not fall on a global scale like the natural disasters in the past?

Yan Qizhong covered his mouth violently and coughed, and there was a blood stain in his clenched palm, which was covered by him into a fist.

Song Jinhe smelled the bloody breath on his body very keenly, and naturally knew that he was very sick.

He wasn't doing well, and it was obviously unrealistic to discuss things with such a person, and she was afraid that he would fall as she spoke.

"Are there any other people in charge? I don't think you're doing well, so it's better to take a break, right? ”

Song Jinhe vaguely asked for a change of interlocutor, and Yan Qizhong coughed lightly twice helplessly: "I'm sorry, the rest of the people in charge are dead, and the ones who are stepping down, I am the only one who can still talk to you at present." ”

He spoke intermittently, as if he was going to die and fall down the next moment.

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

"I'm from the Xiling Safety Zone, which guarantees protection from natural disasters and ensures that survivors are fed and clothed as long as they are willing to work.

Considering that the three safe zones of Kyoto, Qingzhi, and Longming are still surrounded by dense fog, I would like to bring those survivors who want to move to the Xiling safe zone to live. ”

Hearing Song Jinhe say this, the surrounding survivors who were all interested and excited all had their eyes lit up, and they took a step closer to her curiously.

But most people are still skeptical, after all, natural disasters are not something that can be intervened by man, and ensuring protection from natural disasters is really too fantastical, and 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 they want to trick them out and kill them to eat meat?

Everyone was a little worried in their hearts, hesitating to look at each other, and they were all a little eager to try, but they didn't dare to really come forward to respond.

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

The photograph was taken at the edge of the World Tree, where the fog divides the clear world from an invisible wall that shields the fog from the periphery.

The photos were taken from different angles and corresponded.

"The thick fog shrouded the entire Blue Star, and the survivors' supplies were cut off, and their food, clothing, shelter and transportation were affected.

The tree in the photo is rooted in the middle of the West Ridge Safe Zone, and any natural disasters within the envelope will be dispersed.

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

If you wish, you can take the train outside the safe zone and go back to the Xiling safe zone with us. ”

The survivors in the Kyoto Safety Zone were a little surprised, and a scrawny man squinted his eyes in disbelief, trying to see what was in the dense fog a hundred meters away.

"Trains? Where did this come from, even if there was a train that had not been destroyed a long time ago, only the iron sheet remained? ”

"That's right, don't pick a good reason to deceive, make fun of us as fools?"