Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 589 - 372, Our Ancestors Have Never Died_3

Wen Zehan shook his head firmly and said, "We can’t go!"

His wife was stunned for a moment: "The shelter is safer, monsters could break in at any time at home."

Wen Zehan quickly explained, "I’ve heard that in the event of a large-scale monster invasion, the shelter gathers a large crowd, and the entrances and exits are very limited, making it the most dangerous place.

"I learned about the situation in the Sea of Death Black Sand; many monsters there have the ability to quickly move through sand layers, and they can also tunnel underground.

"Back when the Celestial Mountain descended in Shapudian, a very formidable worm arrived, and it dug a tunnel over ten kilometers long underground—this is the evidence.

"If Mr. Ghost hadn’t killed it, the Great Xia Military would really have had no good solution.

"Imagine, the underground refuge gathers so many people, and many monsters are extremely sensitive to biological signals, they can probably sense them from afar.

"If any monster breaks into the shelter from underground, the refugees inside will have no escape route; it would certainly be a horrific massacre."

His wife was scared by the scene he depicted: "Then what... what should we do?"

Wen Zehan thought for a moment and said, "The best is not to go anywhere, just honestly hide at home, make no sound at all; as long as we hold out until the army drives the monsters away, we’ll survive."

Actually, he knew deep down that the invading monsters were likely far more than imagined, and the army would find it very difficult to drive them out in a short time, making their chances of survival very low.

His wife nodded frantically, "Okay, then we’ll hide at home."

Wen Zehan remembered something: "Oh right, I bought some outdoor gear before, we each wrap ourselves in a thermal blanket.

"This stuff is made of polyester material coated with silver aluminum film, it can reflect human heat and reduce infrared characteristics; if we encounter monsters with infrared vision, maybe hiding in these will save us."

His wife completely turned into an echo, "We’ll do just as you said."

Very soon.

They each wrapped themselves in a thermal blanket.

This thing has the word "blanket" in its name, but it’s actually just a very thin silver film.

His wife shrank in the corner, trembling.

Wen Zehan’s mind spun rapidly, thinking about whether there was anything he could do.

A few seconds passed.

His wife again showed a look of horror: "Old Wen, look outside."

Wen Zehan glanced through the slit in the curtain and was taken aback.

A torrent-like flow of black sand was erupting from each spatial rift.

Along with it seemed to be heat, as the snow on the roof began melting rapidly.

Wen Zehan’s heart sank deeply.

It’s over!

We’re doomed!

He knew that the black sand greatly reduced the city’s visibility, meaning the army would need more time and sacrifice more lives to drive away the monsters, potentially never succeeding.

He also knew the black sand was high in iron content, with some strongly magnetic materials that would severely impair communication.

And modern military operations heavily rely on communication; this would greatly disrupt the military’s combat efforts.

At this moment.

Wen Zehan suddenly heard a drum-like sound and was startled.

"Boom!"

At first, he thought the drumbeat was coming from outside the window, but upon listening carefully, he realized it was actually his heartbeat.

"Boom! Boom!"

The drumbeat was increasingly rapid.

Wen Zehan began feeling difficulty breathing, as if a fire was burning in his internal organs and growing hotter.

He felt very uncomfortable.

His wife watched him and exclaimed in panic, "Old Wen, what’s wrong with you?"

Wen Zehan opened his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head and fainted.

He didn’t know how much time passed.

Wen Zehan’s eyelids moved, and he opened his eyes.

He turned his head to glance around and realized his wife had dragged the bedding over to cushion the floor, and he was lying on it.

Looking out through the slit in the curtain, it was already dark outside.

But it didn’t mean that it was evening, rather the sandstorm had blocked the light.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Thunderous sounds came from afar, and the window panes began to shake.

Wen Zehan immediately understood that these were sounds of explosions.

This meant that the military had begun to clear out the monsters in Jindu City.

His wife soon noticed his movement and shouted with joy, "Old Wen, you’re awake?"

She wiped away tears again, "You were out for two hours, you really scared me to death."

Wen Zehan held his wife’s hand without wasting words, "I’ve awakened a superpower!"

His wife was taken aback, "What?"

Wen Zehan gazed at his wife and asked, "My superpower can help you leave here, but only one person can go because when I use my superpower, I must remain stationary."

His wife heard the issue, "Can’t you travel a bit and then use the power again?"

Wen Zehan calmly shook his head, "No, any unexpected situation could arise in the dust storm, if we encounter anything, we would both die."

His wife knew him too well, "You don’t want to leave, do you? You surely want to do something!"

Wen Zehan sighed, "Yes."

His wife resolutely shook her head, "If you don’t go, I won’t go anywhere; let’s die here together."

She quickly added, "I figured out what you want to do, just go ahead and do it."

Wen Zehan gave his wife a deep look, his eyes full of guilt, "I’m very sorry."

His wife gave a gentle smile, "Who in life has never faced death? In such critical times, if you don’t do something, you’ll never rest easy for the rest of your life."