Xuan Wen's tone was noticeably different from before. It was clear that she was taking this matter very seriously.
Whether in reality or the Shadow World, very few things could sway Xuan Wen. Only her inexplicable, special feelings for Gao Ming troubled her from time to time.
She believed those feelings were shackles imposed on her by Fate, not what she truly felt in her heart.
"Making money, building a future, even making trouble—all of those are much better than getting tangled up in romance." Xuan Wen's words left Su Mo speechless. As a college freshman who had never dated anyone, he really did not understand what she was getting so worked up about. He had simply wanted to ask whose voice that was.
"The Investigation Bureau's people will be here soon. Let's leave first. Once we've built up some strength, we can take them on." Xuan Wen led the way out of the storage room. She remained calm and composed when dealing with anything else, but after answering that person's call, she had become somewhat awkward.
"This woman is terrifying," Su Mo muttered, carrying the women's shoes at the rear of the group.
Dark clouds gradually swallowed the evening light. Nightfall seemed like a pair of enormous hands, slowly covering everyone's eyes.
Footsteps rang out throughout the floor. The patients were making their final preparations to survive the night, and Xuan Wen's group was no exception.
The Intensive Care Unit was the most dangerous floor. All the severely mutated patients were concentrated here, though most of them would only appear after dark.
Those willing to move around during the day were people who still retained some humanity and had not been completely corrupted by the shadows.
In proportional terms, the patients active during the day were still at least