The dusk of the end of the world enveloped the entire earth. The sky was so dark that it seemed to be stained by thick smoke. Countless survivors were rescued from alien forests, ruins, and underground hiding places.

Their number was so large that it reached an astonishing 1 million.

Song Lufeng stood on a high ground in a temporary camp, looking at the rescued survivors with mixed feelings.

He knew well that such a number of survivors would have been unthinkable.

Originally, the number of survivors was less than 100,000, but now it has increased tenfold.

It's because of her.

He took a deep breath and Gu Man's figure appeared in his mind.

It was her, it was her power that dealt a heavy blow to the Golden Planet and changed the course of the future.

Those who should have died survived and life continued.

However, the situation of these survivors is not optimistic.

They huddled in corners of the camp, or sat on the ground, or leaned against broken walls, with numbness and fatigue in their eyes.

Their bodies were extremely weak, some were as thin as dead wood, with skin clinging to bones;

Some people's bodies were covered with open wounds and even eaten by visible parasites.

A little boy sat on the ground, his arms covered with tiny holes and parasites crawling in and out, but he didn't even have the strength to cry.

A woman covered her abdomen, curled up into a ball, tears of despair in her eyes.

In such a terrible environment, their average life expectancy was no more than 25 years. Their diseased bodies, poor living conditions, and the rampant perpetrators who often captured people for experiments meant that death was almost their destiny.

Song Lufeng felt heartbroken when he saw all this.

In the camp, a young woman stood up.

She is one of the survivors, with bright and powerful eyes, and is also an S-level pharmacist.

Her ability allows her to directly sense and decompose the molecular structure of drugs, and even create completely new drug formulas.

She stood in the crowd and said calmly:

"Everyone's health is very bad. You can use the drug soaking method to remove parasites and some toxins."

The tone was decisive.

The survivors looked up at him, with a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

"We just need a large amount of medicine, add water, mix it according to the proportions, and make a medicinal bath."

She continued, "This method is simple and effective, and it will not add burden to anyone's body."

This proposal was unanimously approved by everyone.

"But what about the medicine?" someone in the crowd whispered, "Where can we get the medicine?"

The pharmacological psychic raised his head and looked into the distance.

"I can apply to the city lord..."

She sounded hesitant.

It is hard to imagine, will these precious medicines really be delivered to them to expel insects?

You know, every pill of medicine is expensive.

More than food!

However, they didn't expect that the medicine would be delivered to them continuously before they could even open their mouths.

Crystal clear liquid medicine and well-packaged medicines were transported to the camp in neat batches.

Everyone who saw these medicines had a light in their eyes, which was their hope to survive.

The young mother held her child tightly, her hands shaking as she looked at the medicines.

"It really was sent from the past... They really haven't forgotten us."

Her voice was choked with sobs, but filled with joy.

The pharmacist took the lead in directing the preparation of the medicinal liquid into a medicinal bath, and the sound of water could be heard everywhere in the camp.

The survivors soaked in the potion, closed their eyes, and endured the stinging pain of removing the parasites, but no one screamed.

A man stood up from the water, tears streaming down his face. His arms were clean, and there was no longer any sign of the bugs that had been burrowing in and out of them.

"I'm fine..." he murmured, "For the first time, I feel clean."

The miraculous effect of the medicinal bath caused the crowd's cheers to spread gradually.

And more supplies were delivered, not only medicine, but also clean clothes, food and water.

The expressions on the faces of every survivor as they received these supplies were indescribably complex—a mixture of shock, gratitude, and excitement.

"It was sent by people from the past... our ancestors."

“They didn’t give up on us.”

"They saved us."

Someone knelt down, put his hands together, and bowed deeply towards the sky.

Someone hugged her child tightly, tears in her eyes, nodded slightly at the camera, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you... Thank you, ancestors."

An old man with white hair stood in front of the camera and said in a hoarse voice:

"We thought we had been abandoned by this world, but you did not abandon us. You are the savior and the benefactor of all of us."

The faces of the survivors appeared in the camera one after another, and each of them had an expression that spoke of gratitude.

Their gazes seemed to penetrate time and fall on modern people three hundred years ago.

This scene was broadcast live to the present day through the technology of time-space projection.

Countless people sitting in front of their televisions, computers, and mobile phones are quietly looking at these faces from the future.

Their eyes, their smiles, their tears... everything touches the heart.

"They survived..." A young girl covered her mouth, her voice choking with sobs, "They really survived."

A man clenched his fists tightly, tears rolling down his cheeks.

His voice was hoarse: "Our efforts have not been in vain..."

In front of the camera, an old man wiped his eyes and said softly, "It's all worth it."

The live broadcast screen was covered with dense text——

【Future descendants, we will not give up on you.】

[The ancestors have not forgotten you, keep living! ]

【Your gratitude is the greatest affirmation to us! 】