The Longevity Project

Chapter 182: fog

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If a place where there is no grass is a safe zone, then the range of the safe zone is much larger than I thought. The vision was filled with gray and black tones, and there was no sign of life at all.

Looking up, I don't know when the sky became gray and heavy clouds were very low, but it was not like it was going to rain. Instead, there was a feeling of... Beijing's hazy sky.

Gradually, a gray mist gushes from the depths of the ruins, and when you look up, there is a gray area. The mist does not want to be as elegant and agile in the film and television works, but stiffly fills the field of vision, as if walking in it. , It will fall into a gray quagmire.

Weird.

The old monk made no response and continued to move forward. At this time, there are no stepping stones along the way. Obviously my guess is correct. The line of stepping stones is used to avoid walking dead. The walking corpses in this area can't get involved, so there is no need to lay stone piles.

And how quickly Meng Qisheng found this route, and why did he steadily run down the route... Obviously, he knew the existence of this road very early. Judging from his previous performance, this person has an attitude towards this gorge. It's all well understood.

According to his own statement, all this was told to him when Ning Hanqing saw him for the last time before his death. But... It's unbelievable that you can know a huge ruin of a city just by one person's narrative.

More likely, Meng Qisheng had been here long ago.

Even the piles of stepping stones were laid by him!

Of course, these are just guesses.

Going deeper, the fog gets heavier and heavier, and the eyes gradually become astringent, as if there are many small particles invading the eye sockets. Breathing also became heavy, and the entire nasal cavity became dry.

"Master..." I yelled, and realized that my voice had gone dumb, I knew something was wrong, "Master, I'm a little bit strange about this."

Meng Qisheng stopped and turned to look at me, and said faintly: "There is indeed a problem with the fog, but I did not expect that the area covered by the fog has become so large. I tore my clothes soaked in water, covered my mouth, nose, and eyes."

"Blindfolded? How do you see the road?" I questioned.

Meng Qisheng sneered, "I'm blind for a while, and I'll be blind for the rest of my life. You can't see if there is someone else on the road, Adi, I, and the one who died of hunger, are not afraid of this."

Also, Meng Qisheng is not a normal person.

I was the only one blindfolded, and basically lost the ability to act. Fortunately, Fang Jindong is still reliable, and it shouldn't make me suffer.

In fact, I have always subconsciously thought that Fang Jindong would be more sluggish than normal people, which is simply because his brain is not working well. But judging from his performance along the way, his thinking is similar to that of normal people.

Fang Jindong used a knife to fiddle with the bottom of my clothes. He asked the old monk to get soaked in water and then he wrapped my mouth, eyes and nose. Put me on your back when you are finished.

This scene also happened in the underground palace of the Jing clan, and I was almost backed by Chongyang and Gu Tang all the way. Speaking of which, I don’t know how Chongyang is going. The old monk said that the Gu family and his son are also here. I don’t know if there is a chance to meet Gu Tang.

He couldn't open his eyes, and heard the old monk say to himself in front of him: "This is actually not fog, but the insidious stuff that the group of people got out of the ground. After you go out, remember to go to the hospital to take care of it, or else... Humph." Meng Qisheng snorted and said nothing. (End of this chapter)