Kong Hou lay on Li Jiali's shoulder, looking back, and saw the rose-red toxic fog rapidly spreading toward them. The pedestrians on the street were all running for their lives, all rushing back to their homes. The shops along the street slammed their doors shut and hurriedly stuffed things into the cracks. Urgent, chaotic footsteps, screams, and the piercing wail of alarms echoing down the street blended into one.
Li Jiali ran while holding Kong Hou in her arms. Hearing Li Jiali's increasingly heavy breathing, Kong Hou felt a growing anxiety.
"Put me down," Kong Hou said.
Li Jiali ignored Kong Hou's words and kept running with her in her arms.
The rose-red toxic fog was like a strange, malevolent beast, endlessly devouring everything in the Swamp District.
From within the dense mist came screams of agony, cries for help, but no one went to save them—no one could. Once this toxic fog touched you, it would quickly corrode your skin, then your muscles, your bones…
