Stockpiling Supplies in the Crazy Apocalypse and Traveling the World

[Apocalypse disasters + rebirth + pocket dimension + stockpiling supplies + everyday life] “Shuangyu Village.” Gu Man shut off her phone and gave a firm answer. She turned to look at the infant's corpse, frozen in ice in front of Xu Long, and fell silent for a long time. The baby's parents had held her high above their heads. Perhaps, in their final second, they had still hoped someone would show mercy, save the child, and raise her. Ding Zimu had gotten over his initial panic. Now, gazing at the young man before him, frozen in a pose as if swimming upstream, his eyes reddened. They didn't stop until they drew close to the oddly shaped structure. It wasn't a structure at all. It was the bodies of rescue workers. Encased in ice, the rescue workers' orange-red vests had faded to dull shades. They were so inconspicuous that from a distance, it was impossible to make out what they were. They looked like strange buildings instead. They were heading in the same direction from which Shen Yan and the others had just come. Gu Man looked up. Twenty-some disaster-relief workers sat aboard five motorboats. Their faces showed every emotion: grief, terror, disappointment, remorse, resentment, pain, despair, relief, and struggle. Did it hurt? They had been frozen in an instant, all the blood in their bodies congealing and their hearts stopping. Before they were frozen, they had still been on a mission to rescue the people trapped in the disaster zone, suffering amid deep waters and raging flames. The hands reaching out from both groups never had the chance to clasp.