The Ciji Association's vehicle drove all the way to the vicinity of the pharmaceutical factory. The street buildings remained intact, showing no signs of damage.
"We have arrived."
The driver didn't dare to get out of the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, tapping his feet nervously.
"Cimu is with us, don't be afraid," Jia Youzhi comforted the driver, though his own back was already drenched in cold sweat, as he tried to feign calmness.
"Bang!"
The car door opened, and a cold wind blew into the car. Gao Ming was the first to step out.
"Where did all the people go?"
"Maybe they're all dead," Wu Wei whispered. "The old pharmaceutical factory's restricted area doesn't have bodies either. It's said that the Monster piled all the living corpses in one place, filling a room, and used the bodies to assemble a home."
"If you can't speak sensibly, you can stay quiet," Jia Youzhi, already frightened, now became even more panicked, shrinking behind Gao Ming.
