If more than one million people outside really died because of themselves, Qin Mo would probably be in self-blame for the rest of his life.

He can't be a hero in the end and can't let go of these million innocent people.

He also knew that going out would be a complete death.

But this is better than being criticized.

"Mr. Qin..." Qiang Xiaolan stared at Qin Mo's departure in a daze.

And those noisy people became quiet in an instant, and many people couldn't wait to let Qin Mo go out. Some people were still whispering, "Go away! Get out of the shelter!"

This sound made Qin Mo feel heartbroken.

It really made him feel a little harsh.

Why did he work so hard?

In this chaotic era, with his strength, he can clearly live a good life.

He can compromise with Xiajing and still live a life of a superior person. He has no need to organize the entire Huawu counterattack, nor has he bet on everything he wants to protect the people of this world.

If he did not do this for this world, he would not be chased.

If he is not chased, what reason does the people in this world have to blame the lives and deaths of millions of people?

At this moment, Qin Mo suddenly felt that it was not worth it.

The chilling moment made him so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

His heart was not good at all! The door of the No. 1 refuge opened with a bang.

Qin Mo's lonely figure walked out step by step, leaving here under the eyes of countless people.

"I'll go with you!"

Feng Ling's figure instantly came to Qin Mo's side.

Qin Mo frowned suddenly and shook his head immediately, "Senior Feng Ling, please wait for Huawu's large army to come!"

"You stay, there is still a chance to stay."

Compared to Qin Mo's life, the person who came down to the mirror would definitely want Feng Ling's life more.

Feng Ling smiled bitterly and shook her head, "If millions of people die because of me, then what's the face I have to stay here?"

"But..." "I need ink."

"I need a lot of ink, the more the better!"

As he said that, Feng Ling looked at a large group of people behind him, "Who can you help me?"

When it comes to the safety of one's own life, the crowd instantly becomes silent.

Those who just shouted "Let Qin Mo die" were the first to lower their heads, and all of them stared at themselves for fear of Feng Ling's eyes, and they all fell silent.

"No...no ink..." "What do you want ink?

It's so strange."

The crowd muttered quietly.

I don't know how long it has been quiet.

A middle-aged man with a big belly came out of the crowd.

His flesh was trembling with his trembling.

He walked out of the crowd nervously, afraid and helpless, "Qin...Mr. Qin..." He shouted tremblingly.

Qin Mo couldn't help looking at him.

"Or... maybe... you have no impression of me."

The man smiled awkwardly, his voice trembling unstoppable, "My name is Yang Feng, I am a stationery factory. I have been lucky enough to see you several times more than three years ago..." "I... There is a factory producing ink in my factory."

"Probably... there are about a dozen tankers ink reserves."

"I...I can..." Qin Molisso nodded, "Okay! Then you make a quick arrangement!"

"We should act without further ado."

Qin Mo was about to leave, but suddenly Yang Feng knelt down suddenly.

He knelt in front of Qin Mo, kowtowed repeatedly, crying and swallowing, "Qin...Mr. Qin! I have old men and young men, I...I can die! But if I die, my children, parents, and wife...I beg you to protect them."

Qin Mo was slightly stunned.

He suddenly forgot that the group of people in front of him were all ordinary people.

They lived the simplest life, and in this secular world, they were calm and comfortable. They had never faced such a catastrophe. Their fear and fear were far more than those of the Chinese military in China.

Those who dare to stand up should receive the best treatment.

"I promise you."

Qin Mo replied, and at the same time said to Wang Xuyang, "You write down the names of all Yang Feng's family members and put them on the list of survivors."

"Okay, Mr. Qin."

Wang Xuyang nodded.

Yang Feng wiped his snot and tears, and got up from the ground in a mess.

"I also need...sixteen drivers who can open tank trucks."

Yang Feng swallowed with difficulty, "I...I can't find my workers now..." in the crowd.

People look at me, I look at you.

"I'll do it! Mr. Qin! I'll help you!"

"I am an engineer of the Second Construction Group of Long City! I have a book!"

"I have it too! I'll go too!"

More than twenty people walked out of the crowd, their bodies were trembling with tension, but their eyes were also determined, and they looked generous and sacred.

Fear and fear will breed evil in human nature.

But in the same way, it will also breed goodness in human nature.

When these people stood up, the people who had just shouted that Qin Mo would get out could not help but lower their heads in shame and remained silent one by one.

Qin Mo nodded with a smile, and said, "Wang Xuyang also recorded all the names of their families on the list of survivors."

People at that time still couldn't understand Qin Mo's words.

No one knows what the 'survivor list' means in his mouth.

But Qin Mo believes that these people who stand up will thank themselves for their brave choices tonight in the future.

Time can no longer be delayed! Qin Mo and Feng Ling quickly walked out of Sanctuary No. 1.

Yang Feng also drove to the remote suburbs of Long City with more than 20 drivers. In order to avoid being killed in a concentrated manner, more than 20 people drove one car from each street and took action in a dispersed manner.

The indiscriminate bombardment continues.

Outside, there were also scattered soldiers from the Huahai Army fighting, but they were far from able to stop the war among the monks of Xiajing! If you could overlook the entire Long City from a high altitude, the current Long City would be filled with ruins of the sea of ​​fire, and the chaos would be everywhere, and it would continue to collapse every moment.

The wailing sounds of purgatory on earth are also continuing, and people's crying and people's collapse can be heard from all directions, just like hell.

Qin Mo and Feng Ling walked on this scorched earth together.

He could no longer recognize where the street was under his feet.

All the buildings around him collapsed, ruins, dust, fires, and corpses everywhere... These things made Qin Mo feel a little numb, and he felt that his body became heavy.

"You must be very upset! You were driven out."

Feng Ling chatted with Qin Mo as if nothing had happened.

The two walked through the streets and stopped completely.

The ruins around were broken, and it was a bit distracting to see, especially the bursts and cries that sounded from time to time in my ears...it was particularly heavy.

Qin Mo sat on a concrete stone and looked indifferently into the distance.

After seeing Qin Mo and Feng Ling's figures, one by one, the monks quickly rushed towards them.

You can vaguely hear the crazy shouts of the monks.

"They are there!"

"Discover whereabouts of Qin Mo and Feng Ling!!"

"Come here! Come here!"

The two of them didn't need to stand in a conspicuous position, they just needed to wait in place, and there would be countless monks under the mirror to flock to their position.

Qin Mo shook his dirty pocket and took out a cigarette from it.

He rarely smokes.

Especially, after learning that he was a father, this was his first cigarette.
To be continued...