"Qiao He! Qiao He, what happened to you? Are you injured? Qiao He!!!" Li Zong, who had become a cripple, ran incredibly fast and arrived in front of Qiao He in less than half a minute.

His face was filled with despair and he almost knelt down in front of Bo Shiwu and wailed.

Her sobs were silenced by Shen Huai's words: "Stop making a fuss, my sister is still alive and alright for now."

"Why are you crying?" Shen Huai asked softly, feeling helpless.

Li Zong stopped crying instantly. He bit his arm and finally calmed down. "I was so scared... I thought Qiao He was dead... It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay."

Shen Huai raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "You're quite something, actually managing to survive on the subway."

Li Zong was a little embarrassed. "I can only say I was lucky. Although I didn't die, I lost a leg."

Shen Huai: "We can't treat you now. Our Huahua has already overdrawn her powers and has fainted."

Li Zong hurriedly said, "It's alright, these are just minor injuries, I won't die."

"So what should we do now? The subway has disappeared, so why are we still here? Where is our RV?" Li Zong looked up at the sky. If he remembered correctly, the RV was above the collapsed ground.

At this moment, nothing can be seen, and most importantly, the sky is hazy and looks particularly unreal.

The acid rain that had been falling continuously has also disappeared.

So... what exactly is this place?

Just then, Bo Shiwu suddenly whispered, "It's the other world."

"What we passed through before was the surface world; the place we are in now is probably the inner world."

"That is, the world created by the subway. Now that the subway is dead, the only way we can go back is to close our eyes and let our consciousness return."

Bo Shiwu's words stunned everyone. What did he mean by that? Did he want them to sleep here?

The next moment, Bo Shiwu did exactly what he said, sitting down on the ground and closing his eyes to sleep.

He had to go back quickly and check on Qiao He's condition.

If consciousness is severely traumatized, the physical body will certainly also be affected by consciousness and suffer damage to varying degrees.

Although Qiao Hua has healed Qiao He's internal injuries, no one knows what the real Qiao He is like.

Before long, Bo Shiwu finally returned to the interior of the RV.

Outside, the acid rain continued to fall, a light drizzle, though it seemed much lighter than before.

Bo Shiwu immediately went to check on Qiao He's injuries. At this moment, Qiao He was lying on the chair, her face was pale, and the cold sweat on her forehead had soaked all her dark hair.

Qiao He has no external injuries for the time being, but her internal injuries are unclear. However, Bo Shiwu's intuition tells him that Qiao He should be alright.

Qiao He has collapsed because he overexerted his powers.

Before long, everyone fell asleep in the subway, following Bo Shiwu.

They then returned to the RV.

Everyone was worried about Qiao He's condition, so even after she returned, she didn't go to rest alone.

Qiao He was picked up by Bo Shiwu and placed on the sofa so that everyone could observe her condition in time.

They originally thought Qiao He would wake up soon, but unexpectedly, three days and three nights have passed.

Qiao He was still asleep.

——

Qiao He felt as if she had a long, drawn-out nightmare.

She dreamed that she was an intern, and every day she had to get out of bed at five or six in the morning and then take the subway for two and a half hours to get to work.

When she first graduated, she was so poor that she couldn't afford to rent an apartment in a prime downtown area.

The rent was exorbitant for Qiao He, so she had to sacrifice her personal time to go to work at the company, where she was an intern who could be asked to leave at any time.

Nobody cared, nobody paid attention.

Qiao He lived like this every day: getting on the subway, standing numbly on the crowded subway for tens of minutes at a time, or standing for a full two and a half hours on the entire subway journey.

Most of the time, the subway is incredibly crowded. Every time it arrives at a station and stops, almost no one gets off, but a large group of people rush to squeeze on.

Some of them were so crowded that their chests were pressed against their backs, their steamed buns were crushed, their backpacks were damaged, and even their shoes were about to be squeezed off.

Even more terrifying, one day, Qiao He watched helplessly as a small girl was crushed to death on the subway, which seemed to cause a huge social uproar.

But the subway doesn't stop running just because a girl was crushed to death. Qiao He still has to go to work every day and stand for two and a half hours.

Just for a job and the meager salary during the internship.

There is never a shortage of poor migrant workers in this world, and Qiao He is one of them.

She just wanted to survive here, nothing more.

However, an excessively long commute undoubtedly drains a person's energy every moment.

This subway seems to have absorbed the energy and resentment of countless overworked office workers—

"Why am I so poor? I wish I had a house in the city center! Then I wouldn't have to live in the suburbs every day and spend so long commuting on the subway..."

"Heh... I'm quitting, I absolutely have to quit! Let whoever wants this damn job do it!"

"Waaaaah... I'm going to be late! Hurry up, subway, faster! Faster, please! Otherwise, I'll lose my perfect attendance record. I'm only a few minutes away from being late!"

"No, I don't want to go to work. If I go, I'll have to deal with my boss and clients. Stupid boss, stupid clients, how can the world not explode?"

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