The rain dripped on the window eaves. The coconut trees outside the window were blown violently to one side by the howling typhoon. The wind and thunder raged in the air. From the distance, a fishing boat sailed through the rough sea.
Surprisingly.
Now, there were still people who didn't know what happened, and they still lived a routine life day after day.
Coro City was already in chaos, and so was Penglai...
It was not only a scene in Xin, from Nouveau York to Shangjing, all the cities sunk in the dusk before the apocalypse.
Most people had already given up.
In any case, it was impossible to board the ship without a ticket. Apart from offering blessings or curses to those who had already boarded the ship, there were only a few things left to do.
