The tens of thousands in the square clearly understood this.
They all knew that those sixteen truckloads of supplies would not last long under the consumption of tens of thousands of people.
Yet as the announcement blared from the loudspeaker, these sallow-faced, rag-clad people, who had gone a long time without enough water even to wash themselves, showed only a trace of disappointment. There was no intense reaction. Instead, the previous crush and chaos gradually gave way to order, and they obediently formed one long line after another.
The patrol officer holding the loudspeaker, dressed in camouflage, was not armed to the teeth like the other officers, and his words were rather courteous, yet he possessed a majesty that tens of thousands dared not defy!
Seeing the crowd begin to line up, Lin Xuankong jumped down from the hood of the abandoned car and joined the queue.
No sooner had he joined the line than a filthy young man behind him, his face smeared with mud and his hair as tangled as a bird's nest, leaned over and poked Lin Xuankong's arm. "Brother Kong, how are you feeling today? Still running a fever?"
Lin Xuankong turned to look at the bird's-nest-haired youth and shook his head. "The fever broke yesterday. I don't feel as weak anymore either. I've got some strength back! Where did you run off to, Liu? I haven't seen you all this time."
The bird's-nest-haired young man called Liu was the person Lin Xuankong had had the most contact with during the few days since he crossed over.
Several days ago, a wisp of Lin Xuankong's Spirit Soul had passed through the world passage opened by the Candle Dragon Eldest Princess and crossed into the body of an orphan named Lin Kong.
Lin Xuankong had been somewhat