Chapitre 823: It’s Neither Eating Nor Fishing and Boiling Tea

People, be it the philosophers or some kind of specialists, have to go back to their respective homes and mothers after finishing their daily work.

Though not everyone had a living mother, they must have a home of some sort to go to, like the mansion of the priest clan, a temporary residence.

The whistling and floating train left the station and brought some air in the tunnel with it. Then, they breathed the fresh air full of the scent of wild grass, which was actually a gust of wind.

Jing Jiu and Ran Handong came back to the small building. The main preacher and the others rushed over like a waft of wind, in an attempt to ask questions. But they were stopped by Ran Handong.

"The Special District of Capital City is under martial law. The Fleet has issued a level three warning. The people are rushing over from the praying hall."

Zong Lizi vaguely guessed something had happened. "What has happened?" she asked Jing Jiu.