"Why?" Zhang Wenshi was somewhat puzzled, "Didn't we just escape from that fog?"
His question was also a question for the rest of them.
"Look at this road monument." Qian Cangyi pointed to the monument lying on the ground, "It's lying on the ground, ignored by everyone. Clearly, there's an issue."
"Qian Cangyi, perhaps you're being overly cautious." Zhang Wenshi suggested.
That remark made Qian Cangyi experience a familiar sensation.
It seemed like he had heard it not too long ago, and he had heard it many times before.
The cold wind was piercing to the bone.
Yet, what chilled Qian Cangyi even more was the complete lack of a survival instinct in these people.
Most of the time, their behavior was perfectly normal; could it be that we are still within the bounds of the eerie fog?
Qian Cangyi pondered.
In the fog, I was not impacted; even if we are still in the fog now, I should not be affected.
Wait, perhaps... the problem lies here.