The fifty-one people, plus the two Xu Huo had brought with him, made a total of fifty-three ordinary people.
Dust from the collapsed building was still swirling, carried by a wind that smelled of rust and slapped against the faces of everyone still alive.
Some people cried, some laughed, and some sat dazed on the ground, unable to collect themselves. But they had survived, and at least for that moment, hope filled every heart.
Xu Huo released the two children from the Picture Frame. The item had once held virus-carrying Aliens back in W37 Base City, and its interior space had probably been contaminated. The children showed signs of poisoning when they came out. After giving them Antidote, he gestured for them to leave.
But the children were clever, too. They only went a few steps before refusing to go any farther, and Xu Huo didn't force them.
Only You Xuewen, the Lin Qiao siblings, the man in raincoat Ruan Qiyan, and Zhou Yuanzhu had gathered near Uncle Guan. Everyone else, including the injured people Uncle Guan had brought out, was still unaccounted for.
Several of them were injured. Uncle Guan had it worst: a patch of his scalp had been sliced off, and he was still bleeding. The smell of blood put every Player on edge.
The moment they passed through the spatial passage, they had received a game notification. This was a high-risk Random Instance. Landing safely was only the beginning; the real danger lay ahead!
"Post on Dimension Below and ask the others to send over items and Potions." Uncle Guan's face was grim. "We have fourteen days left."
Zhou Yuanzhu quickly got to work, sounding relieved. "Good thing Dimension Below and the bounty platform are still open. I've sent the message. If our companions see it,