Feng Shou reported his location.
The current location was a certain village with generally simple house structures; some villagers had evacuated, while others ran to the closest city's centralized refuge points.
Looking around, not a single person was in sight. Only occasionally could one spot animals darting back and forth.
The sky had already become terrifying, and they simply didn't have time to head to the city; cars couldn't be driven, and walking there would take too long.
On the other end of the phone, Feng Yi looked up information and told him:
"Your current location indeed doesn't have a warehouse of the Ancestral Factory, but there is a small collection station... I'll try to make contact."
"Thanks, Brother Yi!" Feng Shou clenched his fist!
After a while, Feng Yi told him that there were people at the collection station now, and it was sufficient to shelter their team.
Clearly, this collection station's "small" was only relative.