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Li Dongshan and Chang Min stood, staring blankly ahead.
"Uncle Li..."
"Things have gotten out of control," Li Dongshan said as he clenched his hair tightly. "Mayor Ge has just died, the mist... the mist is starting to encroach upon the inside of the village."
"How could this happen?" Chang Min could hardly believe his own eyes.
A tree in front of them had already been halfway swallowed by the White Mist, leaving only a small portion of its branches outside the fog.
"The people on patrol tonight..."
"I'm afraid there's little hope for them..."
At that moment, various noises of clamor started to arise from the village behind them.
Obviously, the news of the mayor's death had already been discovered.
"Uncle Li, what should we, what should we do?" Chang Min was on the verge of tears.
Uncle Li patted his shoulder and said, "There's always a solution to a problem."
"A, a murder?"
Chang Min, looking at the overwhelming White Mist, was already finding it hard to stand.
