If it were the me who had just been acquitted, I would have faced the revenge of Sabertooth calmly and calmly surrendered my life. But at this time, it was difficult for me to do so.

I have accomplished this. Recalling the warm story the bluebird told me while standing in the sunshine that day, I actually feel that death is such a cold thing. And in the past, how many people have I sent to the cold other side?

If he just surrendered his life, Blue Bird would definitely be very sad. From this point of view, it may be a selfish choice to die on the high ground. But why is it not selfish to miss Blue Bird's warmth and refuse to pay for it with his life?

It would be great if Sabretooth was an evil avenger like Old Bones. Then, I could justifiably fight back, and even find some angle to blame him... I actually had such shameless expectations in my heart.

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The team moved forward slowly and quietly in the thick fog. Sometimes some survivors would lower their voices to exchange a few words. I saw some traces of experience in them, and they seemed to be very accustomed to following Sabretooth's footsteps.

One can feel the unity of the team with Sabretooth as its core. Even though it is only the second day since Daylight Town was shrouded by the Demon of Fog, they seem to have adapted to the status quo.

"More than a week has passed, and there is still no sign of rescue from the outside world. Have we been abandoned? Or has the outside world also fallen?" Someone said in a low voice, "When will this kind of day end...

"

More than a week? Does it seem to them that more than a week has passed?

Their sense of time is obviously very different from that of Joan and I. Moreover, it seems that Sabretooth has not explained to them about the Demon of Fog. This is because he is worried that too many people will have a specific understanding of the Demon of Mist and will be confused about the Fog.

Does the evil spirit form and strengthen? That makes sense. Just like people's fear of ghost stories sometimes causes spiritual fluctuations to concentrate, turning false ghost stories into real and hidden things. If too many people realize that the fog

If the demons exist and generate fear, then they will also become the new source of power for the demons of the fog.

However, it seems that Saber Tooth not only failed to explain the truth about the Demon of Mist, but also did not explain the speed of time to them. But judging from their communication, their feelings about time are relatively consistent, which shows that Saber Tooth

It’s not that Zhi has never done any work in this area. Could it be that it’s me and Qiao An who have problems with time perception?

I am also very concerned about the issue of external assistance. No matter whether it is a day or a week, the Security Bureau should have taken some action. But now there is no sign of that kind. It is because the Security Bureau cannot enter the dense fog.

Is Whitetown under lockdown? Or does it mean that to the outside world, time has actually only passed for a very short period of time?

Also, how did Sabertooth find so many survivors in the thick fog... I was just about to fully communicate with Sabertooth on these issues. At this moment, I suddenly became aware of the sound coming from the depths of the dense fog.

Lots of malicious fluctuations.

Then, the low roars of many demons were heard, and dangerous sounds were approaching quickly from a distance.

For some reason, Sabretooth seemed a little slow, and his perception didn't seem to be working well. He didn't react until he heard the sound, and his face immediately became extremely gloomy, "Sure enough, it's easy to attract demons with such a large number of people..."

Several strange-looking demons had already attacked from the thick fog. The survivors panicked, but they seemed to have undergone simple training and did not scatter like birds and beasts. Instead, they immediately gathered on the wall by the roadside.

This intentional dense formation should be to facilitate Sabretooth to protect them and prevent them from getting separated in the thick fog. But Qiao An had not received any guidance in this regard. When he saw other people moving, he seemed to have a problem.

After realizing the misunderstanding, I found a nearby bunker and hid alone. It was only after I hid that I realized that I had done something wrong.

I simply dragged him out, let him climb on my back, and then went to help deal with the demons rushing out from all directions.

Sabertooth also swung his sword, slashing into the enemy group like a giant arrow shot from a ballista, causing a bloody storm in the blink of an eye. He seemed to be a warlock who focused on high-speed close combat, and his skills were no less than before.

The hunter who fought with me. However, although this fighting method is more than enough to protect oneself in the thick fog, it is not suitable for escorting so many people. It is no wonder that he accepted my help with humiliation.

Before I had time to take a closer look at his fighting style, his figure disappeared into the thick fog, and only the sound of continuous slashes could be heard. I concentrated on killing those demons. After a while, the battle was over.

There were no more roars and slashing sounds coming from the depths of the fog.

I put Qiao An off my back and went to join the team together.

However, an accident happened.

In other words, this has happened before, but it happened again.

We did not find Sabretooth and the survivors again in the thick fog. Those people just disappeared, as if they were swallowed up by the thick fog. Just like the passers-by who disappeared into the depths of the thick fog yesterday.

I didn't foresee this, but I didn't know how to overcome this phenomenon in such a chaotic situation just now.

"Gone?" Qiao An said in shock, "Why...he couldn't have left us and left, right?"

"No... it's definitely not like that." I tried to check the traces on the ground, but without any success. "It's probably the problem with the thick fog itself. This thick fog may have the property of causing people to lose themselves."

That’s why it’s always difficult for us to find other survivors. But how did Sabretooth find so many survivors? Is it just by chance and fate? Definitely not. He claims to have experience fighting the Demon of Mist,

I should have mastered some methods that I don't know.

He seemed to be able to use his own methods only to continue living with the survivors, but not to me and Joan.

Or is he doing this on purpose because he doesn't want to get along with me? But he has already decided to cooperate with me. It's always unconvincing to say that he gave up halfway until now.

Is the method related to the sense of time? The sense of time of Sabretooth and the survivors seems to be synchronized. In different spaces, the chance of meeting people with very different sense of time will be reduced. But I suspect the answer is not that simple.

There was no way to find anyone. Qiao An and I had no choice but to return to the team of two and grope our way forward in the thick fog.

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The day will soon come to an end again.

Logically speaking, it's night now. But looking at the dense fog that has not darkened at all, I still can't feel like it's night. If this continues, it's hard not to feel that time is messed up. We are currently relying on biological clocks, but it is difficult for biological clocks to be adjusted in a different space.

trust.

And just when we found a small supermarket and planned to spend the night here, something unexpected happened again.

We met two survivors.

To be precise, they are two survivors with evil intentions.

Both of them were young men, looking quite embarrassed, dirty, and disheveled. They entered the small supermarket behind us, probably because they wanted to collect supplies. Although the outside world was very dangerous, they always stayed indoors.

Sooner or later, they will run out of food. Although their faces don't look ferocious, there is a whirlpool of despair and madness in their eyes, as if they have become insane under extreme circumstances.

They saw us as soon as they entered the supermarket. One of them quickly glanced at Qiao An behind me, looked at each other with the other person, looked at me together, and then walked over.

I am very sensitive to emotions such as hostility and hostility, and I could tell at a glance that the two men had evil intentions.

Qiao An tugged on my clothes, and he was indeed sensitive to the danger. He would have noticed even if the middleman was spying on him secretly, not to mention the ulterior motives of the two people in front of him.

"It's okay." I said to him first, then looked at the two of them, "Stop."

"We don't mean any harm." The two stopped, and one of them made a placating gesture with a fake smile, "We are just here to collect supplies. So are you? Do you want to join us too?"

"Do you have anyone else?" I asked.

"Yes, yes." He said with a smile, "We are helping other survivors... no, it should be said that we are helping each other. Now that things have become like this, shouldn't the survivors work together more?

"

"Our hiding spot is very close to here, do you want to come and take a look?" Another person helped, "Are you two students? It's so dangerous, it's better to stay with us. There are still a few people over there, 伱

The kid next to you can help with the housework, and you can go out with us to collect supplies...how about it?"

Qiao An was uneasy, "Li Duo..."

He obviously didn't want to go. These two people were undoubtedly shady, and the malice in their hearts was undetectable by Qiao An and I. I didn't believe they were really helping other survivors.

However, I thought of other things. Both their eye contact and their words at this moment seemed quite skillful. It seemed that this was not the first time they had "invited" other survivors. So, what about "a few more people" they mentioned?

What is the situation? Are they their accomplices? Or...

"Okay, let's go take a look." I said.

"Ah?" Qiao An was stunned.

"I think their attitude is so sincere and they don't look like bad people. And they are right. It is at times like this that we should work together." I said, "They can't trick you and me into killing and eating us."

Well, what’s the benefit of that?”

"Hahaha, that's right. We are not some perverted murderers. We are just poor people struggling to survive in this shitty world." They also laughed.

Qiao An looked speechless, glanced at them with an incomprehensible look, and then stopped talking.

Sure enough, once they returned to their hiding spot, they revealed their malicious fangs.

At least they didn't lie about one thing, that is, their hiding spot was indeed very close to the supermarket. It was extremely dangerous to move long distances in this dense fog. I guess they didn't dare to go further to collect supplies.

.Thanks to the short enough journey, I didn’t encounter any demon attacks when I moved there.

In order to prevent them from disappearing suddenly, I followed them closely throughout the process and kept a close eye on them.

The hiding spot was an old single-family house. After entering, one of them quietly locked the front door.

The other person picked up a hammer from the shoe cabinet and walked behind me silently.

Unfortunately, I could detect it even if it was approaching from behind. Moreover, because the fog in the room was relatively thin, my awareness was almost unimpeded and was enough to scan everywhere. Therefore, I also saw what they said was "still

How many people are there?"

Those people were not their accomplices, but victims. They were all young women, five of them in total, gathered in a room upstairs. They were all humiliated and hurt so horribly that even describing it in words felt like

It was because the tongue was stained with feces, so I will omit the details and just talk about the results: four of them had no breathing and heartbeat, and one was dying although he was not dead.

The moment I became aware of this information, I couldn't help but feel huge anger, and reflexively laughed at myself about how I had the right to be angry. The man with the hammer aimed at the back of my head from behind and struck it down without sparing any effort.

Come.

Then, the hammer whirled and flew out. It was not knocked away by me. I made no defensive movements and did not need to defend myself. The hammer did not cause any damage to the back of my head. Instead, it came out due to the reaction force.

There was a small hole in the door at the back.

I turned around without saying a word. The next moment, the limbs of the two men were shattered at the same time. They fell to the ground bathed in their own screams.

The man who attacked me said with eyes wide open: "You...what did you do..."

It’s nothing special, I just broke their bones at a very fast speed. But to people with weak dynamic vision, it’s like they were seriously injured when I stood there and did nothing.
To be continued...