The reconstruction of Black Marsh City's order might have to be delayed again.
When Han Bing and the others hurried into the conference room, they saw a scene of utter chaos. The room was packed with thirty or forty officials from Black Marsh City's Administrative Hall, and at least half of them had collapsed. Their bodies had curled into balls, their faces filled with terror.
Even those who had not been affected by the fear were frightened by the sudden, bizarre state of these people.
One by one, they stood up and pressed their backs against the corners of the walls, staring uneasily at those curled up and trembling on the floor. They wanted to know what had happened and what the cries of "It's dark!" and "Fear has descended!" meant.
The sun outside was clearly shining brightly, its light dazzling, yet they only felt cold all over.
"Does this count as nothing happening?"
Han Bing turned to Lu Xin, with countless questions churning in his stomach.
But Lu Xin happened to be looking around the conference room with curiosity as well, seeming rather amazed.
"Father really let himself loose. Is it that frightening?"
"..."
Han Bing could only look at Lu Xin helplessly.
At least judging from his expression, Mr. Soldier was acting even more like a bystander than Han Bing himself.
"There are only two things I want to ask."
Han Bing quickly adjusted his mood and whispered to Lu Xin, "Can they recover?"
"Will this pollution spread?"
"..."
Lu Xin frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Although this really has nothing to do with me, I can still give you a simple answer. They can all recover. Strictly speaking, they weren't even polluted. They were merely frightened."
"There wasn't any pollution to begin with,