Unknowingly, night fell again.
The originally cheerful atmosphere began to turn gloomy and heavy. The desperators, who knew the horror of the night, subconsciously became nervous.
For those who were desperate, every night was like a nightmare from hell, and every morning was like a new life.
And this night felt a little different from the past.
For some unknown reason, the surroundings of the building where Tang Zhen's group was located had actually lit up with dark green lights this time around. The lights shot out from the windows of those dark buildings.
Because there were too many bright lights, the streets were shrouded in a layer of dense green light. The light stained their faces, making the desperate people look like evil spirits.
The dwarf was controlling a huge physical puppet to patrol the streets. He could feel the indescribable malice in the eyes of the people in the houses.
