He couldn't begin to imagine how this damned place even existed.
He'd heard before that, counting all the regions of the Nanyang Union together, the number of people officially listed as missing was in the hundreds of thousands.
But that definition of "missing" didn't mean they were all dead. A lot of so-called missing people had actually slipped away to other places, bypassing the proper immigration process. In the end, with no living person found and no corpse recovered, they were just filed as missing.
In recent years, quite a few tourists had gone missing in the Nanyang Union too, and the number kept rising.
The moment he'd seen that assembly line just now, Wen Yan had already had a bad feeling.
He hadn't expected that even that was him being conservative.
The Ghosts here that still hadn't dispersed might number two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand—he couldn't tell, there was no way to count.
