The sound of footsteps could be heard echoing through the city.
After one round, the three-headed Twain was so hungry that his vision was blurry.
He resisted the thirst and the urge to chew on the energy bars. He continued to patrol the city.
"Before the fog comes, I'll definitely find something to eat. Otherwise, I'll starve to death before long. "
He thought to himself as he turned another intersection and walked in the direction where the fog was thinner.
"In a place like this, we can only find living things if we walk in the direction where there is less fog. Because the fog is corrosive, most people don't want to and can't last long in the fog. "
The head on the left analyzed.
"Makes sense." Twain nodded. "But didn't you want to be a vegetarian just now?"
"Haha, didn't you want to eat tofu too?"
"How can my appetite be the same as now?" Twain sneered.
"You're really thick-skinned, Twain." The other head was speechless.
"It's all because of your training." Twain wanted to say something else, but he suddenly felt something. He sensed the feedback of a living thing.
"Wait! There's food! "He was slightly excited. "I didn't expect to meet living things after meeting those two monsters! Seems like today is our lucky day. "
"Just don't meet those perverts again." The head on the right said carefully.
"Don't be afraid. It's not as threatening as last time. Let's try it out first." Twain waved his hand.
He stretched out his right hand. His palm slowly wriggled and began to split into a blood-red ball of meat.
Thud.
The meat fell to the ground and quickly wriggled. Four blood-red dog legs grew out and its body elongated. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a red hound without a head.
Hiss.
The place where the hound's head was severed split open, and a huge pale mouth grew out.
"Go." Twain pointed ahead.
Whoosh!
The blood-red hound did not make a sound. It ran all the way into the fog in front.
After passing through the fog for about a hundred meters, an old man and a young man appeared in front of the hound. Two people were walking slowly.
The two raised their heads slightly and looked at the hound. There was a hint of surprise on their faces.
The old man who was walking in front suddenly smiled when he saw the strange hound charging at him.
He raised his hand and waved lightly.
The three-headed man, Twain, looked at the direction where the hound had pounced from afar.
"I'll definitely be able to eat some good meat this time! I want a fresh spot with sufficient blood circulation! "
"Hands and feet are the best!"
"No! The nose, the nose is the best! "
"The tongue is the king. Alright, stop arguing. I'll be the judge! When the time comes, let me taste every part of it, then I will know which part is the best! "
Tang En smiled shyly.
"This again, hehe."
"He tricked us into eating again!"
"I'm helping you resolve your dispute. There's only the three of us left. What's there to argue about? Let's all be friendly, you take one bite and I take the other. Just be a little more humble … "Bang!
Before he finished speaking, Tang En's tall body was sent flying as if he had been hit by a train.
Boom!
He crashed into a decaying truck behind him, causing the side of the truck to cave in and overturn.
Like a ping-pong ball, he borrowed the force of the impact to fly up diagonally, drawing a perfect parabola high in the air, sprinkling a path of dark red blood.
Bang!
Tang En landed heavily on the ground, leaving a red mark on the asphalt road. He laid on the ground motionlessly.
His entire body was in pain, and his expression looked like he was about to cry. He had no idea what had just happened to him.
"I feel like I'm going to die …" He was sweating profusely.
Unfortunately, his two companions beside him did not make a sound.
Tang En turned his head to look, and saw his two companions were frantically slapping his face, telling him not to make a sound.
"What are you guys doing? Is your face cramping? "Tang En asked curiously.
He then looked up, and saw two figures slowly stopping on the left side of the road.
A red-haired woman, and a tall, black-haired man. It was the two perverts he had just met!
Tang En's eyes rolled back, and he fainted in the next second.
"Someone is provoking us …" The black-haired man looked at Tang En on the ground and smiled.
"It's just an accident." The red-haired woman yawned.
"Are you sure it's an accident?"
"Yeah, it's nothing, just an accident." The red-haired woman replied casually.
Lin Sheng looked at Kasumi, and seemed to understand what she was thinking. He did not mind, and continued to follow her deeper into the mist.
She did not seem to want to put in any effort. Or perhaps she wanted to settle this once and for all.
But since Lin Sheng had already set a target for Kasumi to test her strength. Then how she was going to do it was her own business.
He was just following behind to observe and determine.
The two completely ignored Tang En's existence, and continued walking towards other areas. Soon, they disappeared into the mist.
As soon as they left, the three-headed Twain behind them got up and ran.
Lin Sheng heard the sound, and looked at Kasumi, but did not say anything.
The two continued forward, and passed by a few car repair shops.
Suddenly, Kasumi stopped in her tracks, and looked at the ground on her right.
"There's someone, should we save him?" She turned back to look at Lin Sheng. She did not say anything, and only asked through the soul link.
"There's someone alive?" Lin Sheng was stunned, and followed her gaze, and his perception quickly expanded.
He immediately sensed that there was something fishy about the ground here.
The two looked at each other, and Lin Sheng walked towards the location first.
This was the border of Miga, and strictly speaking, it was also the area of responsibility of Carta Blanche. While he was not a member of Carta Blanche, but when it came to such matters, he would help if he could, and there was nothing to hesitate about.
After all, during his time in Miga, be it the teachers or the school, they had all treated him well. They had never mistreated him.
Moreover, there were graduates from Baine University among the troops stationed here, as well as students who had accepted the mission here.
Otherwise, Baine University would not have received the news of something happening here so quickly.
The two of them walked around the open space opposite the repair shop and soon found some clues.
"Underground?" Lin Sheng sensed the location.
"Mmm, very deep underground." Kasumi nodded.
…
…
Inside the underground safe haven.
The townsfolk and the troops who had been living here for half a month had all left their living quarters, and gathered at the center of the hall.
There were more than 130 of them.
Among them were three groups.
The townsfolk, under the command of a folk religion called the Doomsday Cult, had gathered together, and were chanting as if praying for something.
The leader was a muscular black man called Bob. He wore a long white robe and a white mask, and held a strange-looking pistol in his hand as he looked at the other two sides warily.
On the side of the garrison, the remaining people were led by the highest ranking Major Farline.
But at this time, this major's personality and strength did not seem to be able to fully integrate everyone.
The garrison was having an internal dispute.
The third party was a group of cold-looking Darksiders, and their own members were still vigilant against each other.
They had all heard of the name, and came from afar to accept the investigation mission, hoping to earn the mission rewards. They were like bounty hunters.
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