The streets of the entire town were swallowed by eerie black mist, thick as a heavy black velvet blanket that tightly covered every inch of ground. The town, which should have been vibrant and full of life, had now turned eerie and terrifying because of this layer of mist, making one's hair stand on end.
Even more horrifyingly, they discovered several townspeople wandering aimlessly through the streets like walking corpses. The eyes of these people were hollow and lifeless, as if their souls had been forcibly extracted, entirely devoid of the vitality and spark that life should have. "What on earth is going on... Could it be that they have already been controlled by some evil power?" Cháng Mínghào lowered his voice in terror, his tone filled with undisguised fear and deep doubt.
Standing nearby, Huang Tingjian's face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled uncontrollably as if he wanted to say something to ease the tension and unease in his heart, but in the end, not a single word came out. His eyes stared fixedly at those wandering townspeople, and an indescribable wave of sorrow welled up uncontrollably in his heart.
Chapter 192