"Sit down."
Wang Tai held the tea cup with his right palm, put his left palm on Yang Ji's shoulder and pushed him back to his seat, then strolled to the window:
"Yang Ji, you have seen it too. There are too many things in this world that can threaten us. Evil gods, barbarians, monsters, alien space civilizations, the underworld..., we warriors can escape. But what about ordinary people? manage?"
Wang Tai looked out the window with a sad expression:
"You see there are a lot of people outside, and it doesn't seem to have any impact. But in fact, before the disaster, there were much more people on the street than now. Statistics from officials dispatched by the Ministry of Household Affairs have come down. At least a quarter of them died this time population. This is despite the fact that we have worked very hard and evacuated the population in advance. Many people are destined to never come back."
Yang Ji was slightly shocked, and then he noticed that there was a note stuffed in Wang Tai's open sleeve. The ink on the note was still wet.
Yang Ji was secretly shocked, and suddenly knew why Wang Tai looked so sad. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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Chapter completed!