Where did the 20 million people who disappeared go?
The answer is unknown. Perhaps some people couldn't stand the high pressure in Haicheng and moved to other safe zones, or perhaps they used Haicheng as a springboard to enter the vast sea. But it is undeniable that the price paid for Haicheng's current stability is countless lives. At least, most of the 20 million people lost died in battle in the early days of Haicheng's establishment.
To establish a safe zone for humans on the battlefield, one must endure the baptism of blood and fire. Those who survive will continue their civilization, while those who don't will be reduced to ruins like South City, with millions of corpses lying in wait.
"Half of Haicheng lies beneath our feet." An Xiaoyu stood on the beach, gazing at the deep blue sea, where too many people were buried, including her former comrades-in-arms.
"No wonder the resentment here, though immense, hasn't interfered with Haicheng," Jiang Yuan muttered. But then a hint of doubt arose in his mind, because this place not only gathered the resentment of the Chinese race, but also another kind of resentment. Although that resentment wasn't as numerous, it subtly radiated throughout the entire Haicheng.
He highly doubted that Haicheng could survive at the Siren's landing point, and that this resentment played the most crucial role; otherwise, it would have been difficult for Haicheng to hold out.
This was not unfounded, because Jiang Yuan knew the strength of the human race at the beginning of the cataclysm. At that time, it would have been extremely difficult to defend the landing point of the sea monsters. Moreover, the sea monster race was too unfathomable. Sea monsters accounted for half of the three thousand races. It was precisely because there were so many types of sea monsters that the creatures on land only had a superficial understanding of them and did not even know their names. They only knew that anything that came up from the sea was called a sea monster. However, even so, their strength was beyond doubt.
Are you tourists here?
Just as Jiang Yuan hesitated, a figure staggered up behind them.
It was a gaunt old man carrying a bamboo basket. Jiang Yuan recognized him at a glance. He had seen him last time he came to the inner beach, but this time they had disguised themselves so the old man did not recognize them.
"Uncle, let's come and see the sea." Liu Zhaodi quickly came up with an excuse, which was perfectly reasonable, as all three of them came from inland areas and had only seen the sea a handful of times.
"It's nice to see the sea. The ocean is a place where life is nurtured, but it also contains endless dangers, so it's best if you keep a safe distance," the gaunt old man advised as he picked up seashells from the beach.
"Sir, do you live here year-round?"
When Jiang Yuan asked the question, he saw a rusty tin shack by the sea. Tin shacks by the sea corrode quickly, so the person was probably just staying there temporarily. But his intuition told him that this old man was definitely not ordinary.
"I started making a living from the sea when I was twelve. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to settle down in the sea for the rest of my life!" The gaunt old man continued to bend down and pick up seashells.
"Uncle, we've been walking for a long time and haven't seen a place to rest, so could we come into your house and ask for some water?" Jiang Yuan suddenly said.
"The door isn't closed, you can go on your own." The gaunt old man didn't stop what he was doing; clearly, collecting seashells had become an integral part of his life.
"Let's go, let's go over there first!"
Jiang Yuan was waiting for these words. The old man did not have a high level of cultivation, but he carried a peculiar aura. The source of this aura, in the sense of death, was the old man's tin shack.
"You two go ahead, I'll stay here and help the old man collect seashells," Liu Zhaodi said. Their long-standing experience had fostered a good understanding between them. Jiang Yuan went to investigate the tin shack, while she stayed behind to ask the old man some questions. This was the most efficient way to get things done.
"good."
Jiang Yuan led An Xiaoyu into the tin shack. Upon entering, they were greeted by all sorts of seashells. The other furnishings were quite ordinary, with a pitifully small amount of furniture and piles of miscellaneous items, giving the impression that this was a warehouse rather than a residence.
"Husband, why did you come here to ask for a drink of water!" After closing the door, An Xiaoyu put her hand on Jiang Yuan's shoulder and leaned against him.
"Stop fooling around, I'm just here to see if there are any clues about the resentment." Jiang Yuan said with a wry smile. Ever since An Xiaoyu left the Jiang family, she has become very proactive. He didn't know what those old men in the Jiang family had told her, but she was just very clingy.
"Give me a kiss before you look for me," An Xiaoyu pouted as she approached.
"this……"
Jiang Yuan tried to back down again and again, but An Xiaoyu was determined to take their relationship to the next level, eventually cornering Jiang Yuan.
Click!
As Jiang Yuan retreated, he accidentally knocked over the table, and all the various seashells on it tumbled to the ground.
However, at that moment, Jiang Yuan's gaze was drawn to a pure white conch shell.
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