Her voice was clear and gentle, without any aggression, which added to her likability and friendliness, making people feel less defensive.

Ye Boxuan was quietly released from the space by Ye Ling. Ye Boxuan, Ye Jingyan, and You Ziming set off almost simultaneously and stood beside her.

The political commissar didn't know Ye Ling. If they weren't there to support her, her words wouldn't carry much weight, and the other party wouldn't take her seriously.

Sure enough, when the political commissar saw You Ziming and Ye Boxuan standing beside her, he walked over alone: ​​"I am. And you are?"

Ye Ling smiled politely: "Hello, my name is Ye Ling, and Ye Boxuan is my second brother."

The political commissar nodded, his sharp gaze immediately switching to a kind and approachable demeanor.

Ye Ling looked up at the phoenix tree: "You must protect this phoenix tree and not attack it. It has already gained sentience and can clearly distinguish between good and evil."

Has it gained sentience? Or is it a monster?

The political commissar quickly looked up at the tall and straight sycamore tree.

Ye Ling looked at the political commissar: "Don't be afraid, it's here to protect you. As long as you don't attack or harm it, it will guard this little world."

The miasma here is extremely harmful to the human body, but this place can actually purify it. You can place the injured person under it, and within a day, the miasma in their body will be completely cleared away.

You can also stay here a while longer to cleanse your bodies of the miasma, otherwise you won't survive a month."

The political commissar's expression changed, and he said in a low voice, "Is this really true?"

Ye Boxuan spoke up from the side: "Commissar, my sister never lies. Look at me, I was almost dead, but after the miasma and toxins in my body were cleared, I can continue fighting."

You Ziming nodded, "I can vouch for that. The political commissar is helping you."

Before the political commissar could ask her, Ye Ling lowered her voice and quickened her pace: "The entire city of L is shrouded in mutated miasma. No one can escape it if they stay in this city. Even if you run away now, it's too late."

The political commissar's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly realized something and understood immediately.

He asked Ye Ling, "So this tree can clear the miasma from the body, no matter how many people are affected?"

"No, a maximum of ten thousand people per day."

"Okay. I know what to do. So, this extreme cold weather won't affect it?"

"Won't."

Ye Ling said nothing more, and said to Ye Jingyan, "Brother, we should leave."

I can feel the thick miasma coming from the banks of the Yangtze River again. If it's not cleared away soon, this city will be completely destroyed in less than half a month.

The Ye brothers and You Ziming's expressions changed, and they wished they could leave immediately.

Before leaving, Ye Ling glanced at the political commissar out of the corner of her eye. [Although doing this might make them doubt my true strength, in the apocalypse, might makes right.]

[It's not a bad thing for them to know in advance that I'm not someone they can easily manipulate. Besides, what I need to do now is follow my heart and do what I want, without considering right or wrong.]

[Hey, my mindset is pretty much like a Taoist priest's, emphasizing doing whatever I want and fighting anyone who disagrees. Only in this way can my Taoist heart remain stable.]

No one, including Ye Ling herself, noticed that her eyes suddenly turned dark for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

Ye Jinyan and Wen Yanchen and the others came up to greet them: "Let's go, but we need to borrow a car, the helicopter can't accommodate everyone."

Upon hearing this, the political commissar said to them, "There are cars available in the parking lot. I'll have someone take you there."

Although they didn't know what Ye Ling had done, she had indeed helped them a great deal. As long as the sycamore tree remained, they could save even more people.