There were men and women, old and young.
Girls in school uniforms, office workers in formal attire, children merely six or seven years old, elderly faces creased with wrinkles.
There was no yellowish glow in their eyes, and their walking was not uniform.
Their steps, quick or slow, seemed like the people who had been waiting to board a plane and had suddenly rushed over with their luggage.
They naturally converged towards this side as if they were out for a stroll.
The only anomaly… was that there were too many people.
The crowd, several to tens of times larger than the usual street traffic, approached in a sparse formation from both sides simultaneously.
"So many people… there are so many people!"
Lin Qin was somewhat panicked, "There are hundreds of people… at least four to five hundred. There are too many… they seem like civilians! They're about to surround us!"
"Does doing this have any meaning?"