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The snow was slightly lighter than it had been during the day.
Dai Wei followed closely behind his father.
At a little past eight in the evening, almost no pedestrians could be seen on the streets of Nanmian Village.
"Dad, the porcelain dolls, if they were completely used up... That doesn't really happen, does it?"
"Theoretically, it generally doesn't. And since it's your first time on patrol, the others will take care of you to some extent. The key is to be vigilant at all times, as the mist could drift in your direction unexpectedly. You must never let the mist touch you, even if it's just a small tip of your finger that comes into contact with it, that would be the end."
Hearing this, Dai Wei couldn't help but shiver.
"Dad, you've been on patrol many times. What do you think is really inside that White Mist?"
At this, his father stopped in his tracks.
