"A Niu, where's my A Niu?"
"Kui Zi, my child, how could you leave us like this? What is your mother supposed to do now?"
"Dad, Dad, wake up. It's Da Long. Dad, open your eyes and look at me."
"A Yan, A Yan, I'm here. I'm not dead. I'm not dead!"
The industrial zone had been cordoned off, and a large number of security officers were maintaining order. Vehicles transporting the bodies drove out through a dedicated passage one after another, then rushed them to the crematorium for incineration to prevent an epidemic.
Teams of cleanup workers were clearing away the fungi scattered throughout the industrial zone. Although the Qin Worm was dead, these things had not disappeared with it. Removing them was difficult and would take some time.
The survivors from the industrial zone came out through another passage specially opened for them. The families of the workers crowded outside. Whenever someone emerged from the passage, the workers' families would surge forward.
Some rejoiced, while others grieved.
In addition, the list of those who had died in the incident was being compiled at an accelerated pace. The names that had already been organized would be displayed on the large screens nearby.
The area around the large screens was likewise packed with people. A sorrowful, heavy atmosphere hung over the place. People kept crying themselves unconscious, after which staff members would help carry them away.
To the city's upper echelons, death might be nothing more than a string of numbers.
But to the residents, the grief and pain of being separated from their families forever was absolutely more than just a number.
At that moment.
Inside the industrial zone.
Luo Yan glanced toward the direction from which faint cries could be heard in the distance. A young nurse who