Wen Xishu heard this answer and smiled:
"I've lost my memory."
"That's actually quite normal. Did you encounter a strange phenomenon somewhere up ahead? Poor guy. Alright, we come from..."
Wen Xishu was really afraid of hearing the word "bunker." It was a strange thing; he hoped the people from the bunker could leave the bunker, but not as refugees.
"We come from the bunker," the person said.
Wen Xishu was somewhat deflated; he finally heard the word "bunker." He just thought about how, after striving so hard, countless legends and geniuses ended up with this result—humanity crawling underground, heading to Wind City...
He was more or less dejected. Although he was the owner of Wind City, to be honest, Wen Xishu no longer cared about fame because he was already a legend in the bunker.
"Anything else you want to ask?" the person urged.
Wen Xishu immediately asked:
"What about Old Principal Albert?"
