Shen Houyun seemed not interested at all.

"Do you think it's cruel?" Wei Qixuan finally found his own voice in the quiet car.

"This is war." Shen Houyun's voice was as calm as his expression. War is always accompanied by death. This is a battle between life and death. "The truly cruel thing is the lives of those who prolong their last breath in the end times."

Wei Qixuan understood what Shen Houyun meant. Unlike them, the world that Shen Houyun lived in was even more terrifying.

Every city has sufferings that are unimaginable to those who have never experienced it, and Shen Houyun's past is particularly painful.

Wei Qixuan turned around and paid attention to the other people in the rear compartment.

Several guards had completely lost the ability to speak. They looked out the window, but their eyes were empty and blank, as if they had lost contact with everything around them.

Their souls were terrified, and seemed to have been shattered.

Wei Qixuan went to see Beiji last.

Beiji was even more frightened at this moment than when he came. The fact that he had forced people to come was enough to repel Beiji. Beiji was now curled up in the corner of the rear compartment, shaking uncontrollably. His hands were tightly hugging his legs, as if he wanted to squeeze all his presence into the smallest space and hide himself away, never to meet anyone again.

His condition looked extremely bad. Wei Qixuan even saw him scratching himself out of fear, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Wei Qixuan's heart skipped a beat.

Shouldn't he have brought people here?

Now Beiji’s spirit seems to be on the verge of collapse.