Chapitre 349: Petty Bourgeoisie

Walking in this fog, Song Shihui resolutely moved forward.

Only by moving forward would he be able to survive.

Everything else was a dead end!

He was very sensitive to sound, including infrasonic and ultrasonic waves!

At this moment, this quiet fog, in Song Shihui's ears, was actually a place filled with the howls of countless monsters, and the air was infused with the whispers of sound waves from various frequencies.

Only in front of him, at the source of the light.

All the whispers and howls returned to silence.

It was incomparably quiet and peaceful.

But, Song Shihui understood that this was probably just an illusion.

...

Ling Ping'an leaned back on his chair and looked at the few pictures that his aunt had just sent him.

The sea, the seabirds, the cruise ship..

In the distant waves, the humpback whale's huge figure could be vaguely seen.