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Two days later, the food supply for everyone had dwindled to almost nothing.
At noon, a young man approached Wang Fugui.
"Director Wang, the food I brought up the mountain is all gone now. I want to go down and get some food from home."
Wang Fugui lowered his head in thought; he had been considering the same thing. He wanted to lead the villagers back to the village to gather their food supplies before returning to Dragon Ridge Mountain. However, it seemed that the concentration of toxic gas had increased over the past few days. Wang Fugui was uncertain whether they could safely return to the village amidst the toxic fumes.
"Alright, Xiao Zhu. I'll go with you to check it out at the foot of the mountain."
The young man's name was Zhu Jincheng, twenty years old, and everyone in the village called him Xiao Zhu. When Wang Fugui suggested accompanying him, Zhu Jincheng readily agreed.
Wang Fugui then gathered a few nearby villagers, totaling about twenty people. He instructed them to tear off pieces of cloth from their clothes or bags and wrap them around their mouths and noses as makeshift masks. Once everyone had covered their faces, they set off together along the northern slope toward the foot of the mountain.
Since the density of the toxic gas was greater than that of air, it accumulated more in lower areas. As they reached halfway down the mountain, several people began to notice a pungent smell in the air. Breathing in this air made their respiratory tracts feel dry and painful, causing many to cough softly.
However, there was still some distance to go before reaching the foot of the mountain, and the concentration of toxic gas wasn't overwhelming yet; this discomfort was still bearable. As they continued closer to the foot of the mountain, the toxicity increased, and their coughing grew more pronounced.
"Hey, look over there!"
One villager in front pointed toward the foot of the mountain with a surprised expression and turned to others. "Isn't our village supposed to be right there? Why can't we see it now?"
Everyone followed his gaze; all they could see at the foot of the mountain was a pale yellow haze of toxic gas, obscuring Dragon Ridge Village's houses and fields completely.
Wang Fugui felt a sense of foreboding; the concentration of toxic gas was worse than he had anticipated. In this situation, whether they could even make it back alive was questionable.
After walking another few dozen meters, Wang Fugui stopped and told everyone, "Let's stop here; we're not far from the foot of the mountain now."
Unlike the transparent air at the mountain peak, the air here had taken on a distinct pale yellow hue, and the pungent smell was much stronger than before.
Wang Fugui felt a bit worried that if they continued downward, everyone might end up getting poisoned. Hearing Wang Fugui's call, the group stopped in their tracks, standing at this spot and gazing down toward the foot of the mountain.
The sight before them left everyone in shock; all they could see was a vast expanse of pale yellow Toxic Gas Sea. The houses, roads, and fields of Dragon Ridge Village were completely submerged within it.
A gentle breeze swept by, causing the pale yellow gas to swirl upward like waves rolling across the surface of the sea. From a distance, this Toxic Gas Sea resembled a real ocean.
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