The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 391 Under the Mist
"Dika, Luo Wen, what are you dawdling about? Come quickly!"

After shouting for a few times without any response, the sturdy man frowned impatiently, then raised his voice a little and urged again, his voice echoing in the empty villa.

"You sons of bitches, you must have found some valuable stuff and wanted to keep it for yourself!"

Birds of a feather flock together. The character of his teammates who mixed with him to make money from the death of others can be imagined. It is nonsense to say that they trust each other very much.

The strong man judged others by his own standards, hid the money and valuables in a hurry, and walked away cursing, fearing that he would suffer a loss if he arrived too late.

At this moment, a faint strange smell outside the door suddenly drifted into his nostrils.

Slightly fishy and astringent, like rust, this is... fresh blood!
The sturdy man's pupils shrank sharply and he woke up with horror. After all, he was a regular extraordinary person. His combat skills were instantly online. His burly body like a bear hunched his back and lowered his knees, shrinking back, and the gun in his hand fired quickly against the wall.

Bang bang bang!
In front of the specially reinforced steel core bullet, the thick oak board wall seemed fragile, like a piece of white paper. It was instantly pierced with several bowl-sized holes, debris splashed everywhere, and a large amount of dark red liquid gushed out.

Drink——!
The broad and sharp blade was merciless, and under the control of an extraordinary force, it turned into a wave of light, completely removing the obstacle in front of it, revealing a fat Southeast Asian man with several small pottery jars hanging from his waist.

He stood there with dull eyes and a blank face. The gunshot wound on his chest was hideous, and bones and internal organs were vaguely visible among the rotten flesh. It was one of his companions.

Although he seemed to have accidentally injured his teammate, the sturdy man did not look panicked, only afraid. He would never think that he had simply made a mistake.

When he caught a glimpse of the broken ceramic jar on the other person's waist, the hair on his body stood on end. He straightened his spine and retreated instead of moving forward, slamming into the other wall with a heavy kick.

——As a sorcerer, Dika’s poisonous insects that he carried with him were all destroyed, and his end was imminent.

However, although his reaction was quick enough, he was still a step too late.

The wallpaper with decals suddenly turned pure black, like an unfathomable quagmire that swallowed the strong man without any chance of fighting back.

"What number is this?"

A decrepit old man in a top hat staggered out and drew a circle with his cane. A strange and eerie imaginary building emerged behind him. The fat man who had become a zombie walked into it, standing side by side with many lifeless figures.

The hot blonde walked up the stairs in high heels, holding a bloody corpse in her hands, leaving a long stain. She bit the corpse's face, chewing something greedily, and mumbled:
"The 45th and 46th ones, except for those that are not easy to deal with, one-third of the guys who came in this time have become part of your collection, Director Dark."

"Only one third? We have to work harder. If we haven't collected the necessary amount before the activation time, I'm afraid the master won't mind using us to make up the difference."

Thinking of the importance the Overlord attached to this action, the muscles on his pale and withered face twitched.

Old Dake knew clearly that if any of the powerful men who set up the seal outside discovered him and came to kill him, he would be no match for him.

His actions were merely relying on the power of the fog to conceal his intentions, and he was just trying to be unintentional and hide the truth in the dark. The danger was no different from dancing on the edge of a sharp knife.

"Then hurry up and release those things as well. Try to simulate the scene at that time to complete the resonance... A huge chess game has begun. We, the small pawns, can only follow the instructions and move forward."

With the awareness of being a chess piece, the old man continued to look for his next prey. The undercurrent beneath the fog was unknown as to where it would turn, leaving only a faint sense of melancholy in the air.

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By selling real estate based on its outstanding lake and mountain scenery, Changhu Town has a good financial situation. It has all the necessary municipal facilities and shops, including a supermarket with complete facilities and covering a large area.

As we all know, disaster doomsday movies have always been a major theme in Hollywood movies. Influenced by the endless stream of related works, federal residents have some sense of crisis and know the importance of food and water.

Therefore, when the fog first fell, many people rushed here with their families to seek refuge. Now, there were more than a hundred people gathered in the mall hall, all of them were dishevelled, with anxious and frightened expressions. Some of them even didn't have time to put on their shoes, and walked barefoot on the cold floor, obviously escaping from their homes in a hurry.

The mall has its own clothing counter, but at this moment, no one is willing to take action.

"Block the table and the fertilizer bag with them! Block them all!"

The crowd was shouting and moving about, and a small portion of the shelves were dismantled and used with materials found in the warehouse to build fortifications to reinforce the entrances and exits.

Blankets and textiles were hung on long poles, covering the glass wall facing the street tightly.

——After sacrificing several lives during the escape, even the dumbest people knew that bright light would more easily attract fog monsters.

The darkness enveloped the area like a curtain, providing a false sense of security to the survivors. A few flashlights flickered, illuminating faces that were either numb and hollow or filled with grief.

"Mr. David, do you think someone will come to rescue us?" The young man in a supermarket clerk's uniform tightly grasped a can of drink, trembling as he sipped it cautiously, his childish face full of uneasiness.

The young man from the small town knew that his knowledge was limited, so he could only seek help from the painters from the big city.

"Everyone stay calm, help will come!" The man straightened his wrinkled coat and raised the revolver in his hand.

"Since those flying insects can be killed by bullets, they will definitely not be able to withstand tanks and artillery. We can hold out until the armed forces arrive, and then we will be saved."

As social creatures, when humans face difficulties and challenges, deep down in their hearts, they tend to instinctively move closer to people with higher social status or authority to form small groups.

David, a little-known artist, naturally became one of the core players at the critical moment.

He tried hard to force a haggard smile and nodded to the neighbors around him one by one.

"The supermarket has plenty of supplies. As long as we don't lose our composure, we'll have enough to hide for a month..."

"I firmly declare that this is God's test for us!" A sharp and fanatical voice rang in the ears, attracting people's attention.

In the center of the hall, an old woman with short brown-black hair was giving a passionate speech to the crowd.

She waved her arms up and down, her plain and worn sweater fluttering on her arms, her expression was sacred and crazy, and her thin body exuded an excited vitality, as if she was a missionary preaching.

"Open your body and soul to be baptized, instead of shrinking in fear, let us go out together to accept the Lord's test..."

"You crazy woman! Go out and die on your own, don't drag us with you!" After a whole night of hellish horror, the man next to her was already on the verge of a mental breakdown. When he heard the woman's nonsense, he became even more furious and rushed up to beat her up.

In the chaos, someone kicked the old woman so hard that she stumbled and fell against the glass window.

Her old face, carved by time, was filled with a mixture of anger and shame.

"Devoted faith is the best shield and armor, you bunch of blasphemers?"

Her eyes suddenly became clear, and she murmured in confusion: "Why should I think they are blasphemers?"

A little gray mist rose from the depths of her pupils. The old woman's breathing became faster and faster, and her tone became firm again: "Yes, yes, they are blasphemers, sinners, and filthy people. They should be punished.
...burn them on the fire!"

(End of this chapter)