The sky gradually darkened, a bright full moon quietly climbed into the sky. After enduring a whole day of scorching sun, the steaming earth finally returned to its former coolness.
In the night, a black silhouette was swiftly moving through the factory area, heading towards the warehouse where the survivors were located.
"Snore~ Snore!" The snoring was thunderous, the survivors inside the warehouse slept deeply, with each nasal inhale and exhale orchestrating a "symphony of fate" that was truly full of ups and downs, deeply moving.
At this moment, a slight sound of a lock opening suddenly echoed outside the house. The sound itself wasn't loud, certainly incomparable to the symphony inside the house, but even so, the deeply groggy Zhao Yunhai still alertly snapped his eyes open, his round pupils in the dark warehouse emitting an eerie ghostly glow.
Instinctively reaching towards his side, this was a habit Zhao Yunhai developed while he was trapped alone in a building.
