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The true ocean can nurture life, but this Toxic Gas Sea brings only death. The sight before them filled everyone with dread, and Zhu Jincheng felt a twinge of hesitation in his heart.
He turned to Wang Fugui. "Director Wang, with such thick poisonous smoke, is it possible we can't go back?"
Wang Fugui could see that the concentration of toxic gas was extremely high, but he needed someone to go down and test it. He wanted to know what level of harm one would suffer after entering such a toxic environment. Only by clarifying this could Wang Fugui decide whether to return to the village for supplies.
Putting on a nonchalant attitude, Wang Fugui reassured him, "Xiao Zhu, your village is the furthest south. If you go down quickly, you should be able to make it back in just a few minutes."
Zhu Jincheng was still young and naive, not understanding the underlying implications. Since Wang Fugui told him it would be fine, he easily believed him.
"Alright. I'll go back and get some food from home."
As Zhu Jincheng prepared to leave, a middle-aged woman in her forties stepped forward. "Xiao Zhu, if you're going back, could you help me get some food too? My house is right next to yours."
With that, the woman pulled out her house key and offered it to Zhu Jincheng. At that moment, several other villagers also approached him, eager for his help in retrieving their supplies.
"Xiao Zhu, if you bring my food up the mountain, I'll give you half of it."
"I'll give you half too; please help me get mine!" The villagers clamored to hand their keys to Zhu Jincheng.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Zhu Jincheng waved his hands apologetically. "I want to help everyone, but I can't carry that much by myself. I'm really sorry."
"No worries, Xiao Zhu! I have a small cart in my yard; you can put the food in there. It will definitely work!"
The villagers continued to surround Zhu Jincheng, all talking at once. The concentration of toxic gas in the village was very high; just walking through it could jeopardize one's health. If Zhu Jincheng could help them retrieve their food, they wouldn't have to risk going back themselves. That's why they were so eager to persuade him.
Zhu Jincheng was naturally shy and found it hard to refuse their requests. In the end, he accepted keys from several villagers but declined those from those living too far north.
To reach those households, he had to walk through the entire village. Given the distance, it was uncertain whether he would make it back alive, and Zhu Jincheng didn't dare to joke with his own life.
With the keys to those few homes tucked into his pocket, Zhu Jincheng adjusted the mask covering his mouth and hesitated as he paced back and forth for a moment. It was as if he had made a firm decision; he took a deep breath, bent down, and rushed into the Toxic Gas Sea.
Soon, his figure was completely engulfed by the pale yellow gas, leaving no trace of him visible. The twenty or so villagers stood still, their eyes fixed downward, watching intently. Just moments ago, Zhu Jincheng had promised to help them retrieve food, and now everyone was hoping he would quickly bring it back.
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