The reason why the "shelter" is so popular is that it is the only safe place in the entire "isolated village". It is said that the first owner www.biquge.info discovered this small, but also safe, underground waterway in the midst of the ruins. He called the survivors of the fog, opened the lid, cleaned up the sewage, rats, and eventually built the entire "shelter".

The original "shelter" was much larger than it is today, large enough to accommodate two or three hundred people. The survivors made it their home and started a new underground life. Until one day, an entrance collapsed due to age, and fog beasts poured in with the thick fog, and the residents suffered heavy casualties. The boss commanded the crowd to resist desperately, and finally sealed the entrance to the dense fog after losing two-thirds of the population and land.

Since then, each guest has been strict with himself to prevent the fog from invading again. In this way, decades have passed, and nothing has happened until today.

Although K has been chasing fog for a long time, such a miserable scene is still rare for him. Just after midnight, a thick fog swept in. He walked out of the abandoned house where he was resting and found that the moon was gone. The town became strange, and the howls of monsters filled it, and he drew his silver sword, pointed the way, and groped his way to the door of the "shelter".

He was surprised to find that the lid was not closed, and the stench of fog and death was thick underneath. "It's hell. He thought to himself, and cautiously went underground. The tavern had been eroded by the white mist, and it was only after the silver sword had dispersed it that he could see the situation clearly. People staggered to the ground, utensils shattered, and wooden tables were knocked over. The dead faced the hideous, clutching their necks, trying to squeeze a shred of air. Their eyes were white, their faces were distorted, and they died in agony.

Fog is more terrible than beasts. This is the ancient admonition of the fog chasers. The fog beast will probably make you die a happy death, but the dense fog can make your life worse than death. He began to monitor the corpses one by one, and the fat body of the proprietress collapsed on the stairs leading to the attic, with the footprints of someone stepping on it. She wasn't the only one trying to escape to the attic, he thought. After looking at the corpse below, K prayed to climb up to the improvised attic. There were only two men's bodies on it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time frowned: where was the girl?

Unfortunately, the dead man couldn't speak, so he had to look for other clues. "There's one more, the mechanical ear. He swept over the corpse and muttered to himself. "It seems that the gods have really blessed him. Interesting......" he remembered that there was a church nearby. Maybe the girl and the mechanical ear were there, and she loved to hear him tell stories.

"Let's go check it out. He told himself, but before that, there was still work to be done. That is to "purify" the corpse. The fog chasers generally cremate the things that have been eroded by the white fog and burn them completely. However, he had nothing to ignite and could only use the most primitive methods.

He stood in front of the corpse, holding the silver sword to his chest and whispering the prayers of old. "The deceased is dead, but the spirit endures. As the words fell, his sword fell, the corpse's head separated, and blood splattered on his black clothes. This is only the first one, and he has to repeat the same thing dozens of times. Hands-on, his teacher admonished him.

When it was all done, K resisted the urge to vomit and crawled out of the ground towards the church.

It's not an easy road. He was in an infinite whiteness, and could see nothing but where the silver sword was pointing. While being careful with his feet, he also had to keep the embankment at bay at all times to prevent the attack of the fog beasts. Strangely, although the Fog Beast's wails were everywhere, they were all far away from him, afraid to approach, or had no intention of approaching. They wander among the ruins of the town, and K can feel their mania and excitement, as if celebrating the arrival of a ritual.

Ritual?K remembered a long time ago, when the fog beasts were as arrogant and furious as they are now. He and the others hunted all the fog beasts in the place, eventually finding a few candles and a purple cloth burned to the corner in an isolated hut, like the scene of the ceremony.

K continued to cautiously navigate the mistlands, his keen senses hearing a sound different from that of the beast. He followed the whisper, groping between the ruins and the ruins, and finally found the church with the lights on. That's where the voice comes from, the hymn of praise to the gods.

However, the silver sword led out not only the church of light, but also the hordes of fog beasts. They come in different forms, hovering at the door of the church, as if guarding the place.

He frowned, slightly tricky. Now, he can get out of this place and start the hunt again. The fog chasers never rush to death. The ancient precepts told him that it was reasonable, but the song made him refuse to leave. Before he died, the teacher told him that in the midst of the disaster, he heard the "hymn."

Save everyone you can. What's more, the girl and the mechanical ear may be in the depths of the church. Mechanical ears aside, bringing back the girl is also one of his missions.

Duty, obligation, and curiosity pressed his feet and kept him from moving.

He stood there for a long time, until the singing stopped, and a man appeared at the church door. He hurriedly extinguished the runes on his sword and hid behind the high walls.

The man was dressed in a purple robe and carried a wooden staff in his hand, like a clergyman in a church. K recognized him, even though the hood was blocking his face. That small, crisp voice came from this man. K understood, it was the sound of mechanical gears colliding.

The robed man had a mechanical ear.

Then he began his mad speech: "Sons of God, tonight will be our night of revelry. ”

"I will give a great gift to the gods, and at the same time, the girl will be reborn as a child of the gods. ”

"Rejoice, for the great God! for the sake of the new companion!"

"Hold the gate, the ceremony is about to begin!" the mist beasts howled in unison, as if in response to his words, as if in revelry. The man nodded in satisfaction and re-entered the church.

K, who witnessed all this, was shocked that there really were people in this world who could communicate with the fog beasts. He colluded with the fog and monsters, proclaimed himself an oracle, and slaughtered the entire "sanctuary". There is no doubt that Natasha is also in his hands. What to do, it's already clear at a glance.

Don't be afraid of the road ahead, and move forward with a bright sword.

K lifted the fog and stood in front of the fog beasts. He drew his silver sword again, muttering something ancient, and the runes on the sword began to glow silver, like moonlight, dispel the fog around him. These ugly monsters lost their shelter and were exposed under the "moonlight".

Quiet, fast and unrelenting. K silently recited those ancient precepts in his heart, like a fierce lion in the dark night, pounced on his prey.