Upon hearing Su Huan's words, a trace of unease flashed in everyone's eyes.
Yesterday afternoon, the temperature suddenly soared to over fifty degrees, and the car's air conditioning began to fail.
The sudden burst of heat felt like being trapped within a ghostly wall, enveloping us from all directions. Even if we wanted to run, we didn't know where to go, and could only despairingly breathe the boiling air.
This was despite the fact that they had already fled over a thousand kilometers in advance.
In that instant, everyone understood what Su Huan meant by "something worse."
If they had stayed in Mojiang City or even Wen'an City, they would probably have become dehydrated corpses by now.
It wasn't until last night, when the train approached Qingchuan Province, that the temperature dropped again.
"South of Qingchuan Province... is there no one alive?"
Qi Xiaobai asked softly.
