The fog enshrouded the dilapidated streets above.
The crowd clung close, following the man as they moved forward.
"Be careful, if a monster attacks... whatever you do, don't run or make any noise," he said gravely. If it were just him... whether to fight or flee was his choice to make.
But leading so many ordinary people increased the danger significantly.
Su Qi also followed at the end of the group.
A little girl with a ponytail, held by a woman, couldn't help but look at the potato chips in Su Qi's hand, "Big brother, are they tasty?"
Facing the little girl's adorable, desirous big eyes,
Su Qi smiled and said, "They're not tasty."
The little girl: "..."
Su Qi wasn't being mean, this little girl couldn't handle even a bit of these chips; it seemed they were contaminated by the fog. Anyone with a constitution under 50 would be affected, somewhat like the second instance of the polluted world.
