And now, though there were still tremors, they were much less severe.
Old Zhuang saw them leaving and after thinking for a bit, spoke up, "Boss, do you want me to get the crowd under control?"
Gan Xiong shook his head, clenching his teeth as he spoke, "Guard our food, everyone arm yourselves with guns and assemble at the warehouse. The most important thing right now isn't them..."
What he was worried about was that this tremor was just the beginning.
He could already clearly feel the temperature dropping.
And it was happening fast.
Suddenly, he saw a vast expanse of black clouds drifting over from the horizon.
One must know, it was broad daylight right now.
The clouds moved swiftly, quickly covering the originally blue sky.
Drip-drop, drip-drop—
Small fragments, volcanic ash sprinkled down onto the ground.
Gan Xiong said to Old Zhuang solemnly, "I'm afraid this isn't an earthquake, it's a volcanic eruption!"
