(Want to hear more of your voices, want to receive more of your suggestions, search for the WeChat official account "qdread" and follow now, give "Rotting Land: Survive" more support!) Walking slowly forward, Old Lin raised his hand to pat Dazhuang's shoulder, not speaking, just gently squeezing twice.

He knew that the best comfort at this time was not to disturb the other party, giving the other some space for self-adjustment.

And at the same time, the door of the conference room at the end of the corridor also opened accordingly from the inside.

"Wei Yang!!"

A curve involuntarily spread at the corner of his lips, Tang Xiaoquan didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. In any case, when that familiar figure gradually appeared from inside the door, Tang Xiaoquan felt as if he was about to collapse completely.

She's okay, that's so great!! She's still alive, thank heavens!!

With extremely complex yet excited emotions, Tang Xiaoquan quickly walked to Wei Yang.

He seemed very excited, his constantly rising and falling chest made him completely lose his usual composure and ease.

At this moment, Tang Xiaoquan undoubtedly had a lot to say, but his chaotic brain seemed to lose the most basic organizational function in this instant.

Finally, after stammering for quite a while, the thousands of words surging in Tang Xiaoquan's heart that he didn't know where to start eventually converged into one sentence: "Xiao Wei! It's so good to see you again!!"

What a simple statement! No fancy words, no touching vocabulary, but this clean and straightforward sentence fell into the ears of Wei Yang, who had just walked out from "not yet calm," making her feel a warmth and safety she'd never felt before and couldn't express.

Slowly lifting her head, Wei Yang glanced at the man in front of her. He wasn't handsome, nor was he considered burly, even somewhat frail.

Yet, for some reason, just now, when the man directed such fervent eyes toward her and uttered those simple and straightforward heartfelt words, she felt an inexplicable fluttering in her heart.

And this fluttering was something she had never felt before, nor had she ever had inexplicable fondness toward any unfamiliar man besides her father.

Of course, this fondness wasn't related to romance, even Wei Yang herself found it hard to explain this feeling.

Because in that instant, she suddenly felt that this cruel post-apocalyptic world seemed to have some things, things worth her expectation and reliance.

"How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?" Gradually recovering from his nervous joy, Tang Xiaoquan returned to his usual calmness. He looked at the slightly pale face of Wei Yang, feeling somewhat worried in his heart.

Indeed, what Wei Yang experienced in the past few dozen hours was absolutely comparable to a Hollywood thriller blockbuster.

However, her character was always unwilling to trouble others, especially at this critical juncture. Although she was in the room and couldn't witness firsthand what happened outside the door, she could almost deduce a thing or two from the noise.

With a tender smile, Wei Yang gently replied: "No problem, I'm fine, wasn't hurt, and also..."

As her voice paused, Wei Yang's eyes suddenly turned serious. Meeting Tang Xiaoquan's gaze, she continued, emphasizing each word: "Thank you!"

Three simple words, but the meaning contained within them was immense, at least to Tang Xiaoquan, these three words were more precious than any wealth.

"Um, Xiao Tang, you guys stay upstairs for now, I'll go down and inform Old Zhao and the others so they won't worry." Old Lin gradually regained his composure from the grief. As he spoke, he also inadvertently glanced at Wei Dazhuang, intending to remind Tang Xiaoquan to pay attention to the latter's state.

Understandingly nodding, Tang Xiaoquan instantly got Old Lin's hint, and honestly, if not for Wei Yang's current mood, he would probably have immediately gathered everyone to go downstairs.

After all, this is the apocalypse. Although there were no traces of enemies within the factory area, who could guarantee they wouldn't be hiding in the dark ready to launch a surprise attack?

Old Lin wasted no time rushing to the bottom of the stairs, just as he pushed through the curtain, he ran into Old Zhao and the others coming up to meet him.

"What happened? Old Lin? I saw Old Wang..." Unable to finish his sentence, as through Old Lin's rapidly changing expression, Zhao Yunhai realized he asked the wrong question.

The grief surged up again. Old Lin desperately suppressed the urge to shout out loud, gritting his teeth, he quickly replied: "The factory was attacked, Old Wang is dead! Daguo is also dead!"

"And Wei Yang? Surely Wei Yang can't also..." His fists tightened involuntarily. As the only female in the team, Old Zhao always considered Wei Yang as his own daughter.

Especially with Tang Xiaoquan's genuine emotional outburst earlier, it made him even more concerned about her safety.

"No!" A straightforward denial came, Old Lin knew Old Zhao's concerns all too well, so without any hesitation, he immediately gave his answer: "Xiao Wei is fine, just looks a bit pale, probably got scared a little, now Xiao Tang is upstairs with her."

"Where are the others? Why don't I see the others?"

Acheng's small figure was blocked behind, causing Old Lin to notice his presence only after he spoke.

"The others..." Not knowing how to respond to this question, Old Lin almost swallowed words that were just at the tip of his tongue.

He didn't want to judge these people's fate based on his subjective thinking, one because it's too cruel, and secondly, he couldn't bear it.

Seeing Old Lin's hesitating expression, even though Acheng was still inexperienced, he understood that those aunties and aunts who once lived by his side were likely "in dire straits."

About ten minutes later, Wei Dazhuang finally came to his senses. During this time, the remaining survivors weren't idle. Aside from Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang guarding the second floor ensuring Dazhuang and Wei Yang's safety, everyone else engaged in repairing the front iron gate.

Undoubtedly, the damaged iron gate no longer had basic protective ability, and lacking welding tools, the survivors couldn't fully restore it. But the greatest advantage of humans over other species lies in wisdom.

Can't fully restore? Then don't restore it.

The survivors routinely moved out a large number of sewing machines from the factory and relied on stacking these machines to re-fix the collapsed iron gate.

In accordance with the past method, cartons, and such were added to the central part of the gate, thereby enhancing longitudinal defense.

After all was done, a somewhat ugly but still practically viable modified iron gate came into being.

With the door problem solved, Old Zhao hurriedly ordered Old Zhao to drive the car to the factory entrance. Doing so had two benefits: one, utilizing the iron body of the Urban Management vehicle to form a natural defense.

Secondly, in case of any abnormalities, our side can jump into the car at the earliest moment for escape.

The sun became more glaring, the temperature gradually rising, the unbearable noon finally arrived amid the survivors' hustle... (My novel "Rotting Land: Survive" will have more new content on the official WeChat platform, also with 100% lottery gifts for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign "Add Friend" in the top right corner, search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)

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