Ye Zhixing and her group had walked only a hundred meters into the village when the fog rolled in, just as the fast-food restaurant owner had warned.
They hadn't expected the situation to remain the same after three years—if anything, it had worsened. They all put on their masks, yet Shang Jingchen could still smell a thick, putrid stench. Prolonged exposure to this odor was enough to make someone faint.
Shang Jingchen noticed that the sky had darkened the moment they entered, a stark contrast to the conditions just outside the village. He kept a tight grip on Ye Zhixing’s hand, staying close to her side like a shadow.
Chapter 31