The thick fog outside the barren capital seemed to have changed.
There seemed to be something terrifying hidden in the thick fog, and it was actually pushing the fog toward the gate of the barren capital.
The soldiers on duty outside the city gate changed their expressions. It was the 14th of the seventh month, and the evil was at its strongest at midnight. Even they had to avoid it.
"Go and report to the city Lord. Tell him that the fog is approaching the city gate."
The soldiers immediately rushed back to report.
"I'm afraid tonight won't be easy. Tell the city to strengthen its defenses and make sure not to go out."
Everyone's faces sank. They waited for a long time, but there was still no reply from the city Lord's mansion. Seeing the thick fog approaching step by step, their hearts sank.
A series of shrill and ear-piercing wails came from the city gate. No one knew what had happened.
