Gu Pan had a lot of thoughts at this moment. The durations of these disasters varied; the polar days and nights were relatively short, but the hail lasted for half a year. How long would this sandstorm last? It was an unpredictable span of time.
Now, it was no longer certain whether there would be any interval between each disaster. In the past, at least there was a pattern, but now it was completely irregular.
Lu Ruisheng sighed, "With this one coming, many more will die."
Gu Pan also let out a sigh, "If you don't have any special skills, it's already very lucky to survive three years post-apocalypse."
"Indeed, and who knows how Shi Liang and the others are doing? We talked about going back before, but now it seems difficult. It would have been better to bring them with us from the start."
"Even if we had brought them along, it might not have been the right decision. Tornadoes, although not highly fatal, are still dangerous. Didn't Sister-in-law Xiu Min…"
