There was a huge shadow rising from the ground, obscuring the sky and the sun.

George raised his head in confusion.

Is it a dark cloud?

In the next moment, his eyes were about to crack.

That's not some damn cloud!

It's people!

Countless blood-dripping human bodies, men, women, children, the elderly, commoners and dignitaries, wealthy businessmen and vagrants, were all twisted in strange and strange ways, forcibly bonded together with flesh and blood, forming an incomparably huge irregular mass of flesh with chaotic shapes.

Numerous!

Some of them were still wailing.

Some are still crying.

Some are still trying to pull out their bodies that have been crushed and fused with another person!

I don't know how many people have been put together in such an extremely violent way.

The flesh is blurry, eerie and bloody to the extreme.

It's almost as if half of Manhattan's resident population has been captured by something and then stitched together by crude means.

[Vomit——]

No wonder there was a strong smell of blood.

"God's ......"

Priests in luxurious religious robes and nuns in narrow skirts exclaimed in low voices.

The smell of corruption and blood descending from the sky was more terrifying and terrifying than any other scene in human history.

The surrounding gray mist was churning and surging in every direction.

There was also a thin haze that swirled around the sky, attracted by the bloody thing that suddenly rose up, spinning upwards.

It's like looking up at the whirlpool on the surface of the sea in the turbid deep sea.

This is unparalleled grandeur.

Even the gray fog has dissipated.

"It! It's alive! ”

George's teeth are sore.

He was on the edge of Lower Manhattan, inside the Holy Trinity Church.

The bloody thing slowly rose from the cracks in the earth, and it ...... Majestic mountains.

The whole city seemed to be in a huge desperate situation in an instant, and the shrill roar of cars and the frightened wails of the crowd resounded all around.

The priests and nuns huddled together, holding up the bloodstained silver cross in their hands, and reciting passages in praise of God in the Bible at an oddly fast pace.

Standing up soft, eerie, bloody, and unsightly, the thing stretched out its tentacles, wrists and legs, which were made up of countless human organs, and swept the sky disorderly.

Like a giant monster awakened from its slumber in a huge maelstrom!

It's a ...... The most dangerous anomaly ever!

The thick mist swirled slowly around it like the alien garment, and a viscous and slippery liquid was secreted from the lower layers of the struggling human bodies, and soon enveloped them, so that the monster's body became like a scarlet silt swamp, and countless limbs were surging and tearing underneath.

The people who made up the anomaly seemed to be still alive, trying to put their faces under the film of viscous liquid, imprinting a clear human face on the film, the pain of suffocation causing them to grow their mouths and try to find oxygen, but for some reason they were never able to die.

George felt his headache faint, and a fog was falling from all around the city, and the giant alien was doing something.

Suddenly, a chill of a needle cone pierced from the tail vertebrae, and instantly rushed into the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

George shuddered.

He slowly raised his head—

Overhead, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes suddenly widened, and they were those human bodies that formed an alien species.

They......

Staring at George!

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"Whew-"

Waking up from an eerie dream, George's whole body was already wet with sweat.

He had palpitations, and his right hand trembled and took a glass of cold water.

The cold scabbard of the Demon Sword Village appeared in his hand, so that he had a sense of security.

Now it's ...... Three o'clock in the morning.

It's foggy again.

There were occasional yellow beams of light that crossed in the fog, presumably cheap police drones patrolling.

Waking up from a nightmare, George couldn't sleep.

Sarah, who could be heard snoring even from two rooms.

With his face pressed against the glass, he stared out the window at the tumbling mist, with the occasional insect chirping coming from the mist.

This fog......

It's like the deep sea, if you stare at it for a long time, you will pull people into it, and you will never be able to live beyond it.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep.

George simply turned on the tubing.

Indeed, some videos are real-time uploaded New York fog videos, and most of the titles are "The first fog in June", "Be careful to go out at night", etc., and the news did not broadcast during the day yesterday that someone was missing in the fog, as if it was still Guotai and Min'an.

There is an establishment that is controlling public opinion so that the whole of New York is not plunged into a huge panic.

Peter said that Aunt May's homeless shelter had received a large amount of money from the government just yesterday, asking for a quick expansion that would double the number of people in the shelter in a matter of days.

Presumably, it's too dangerous to be outside.

Danger alone is not enough, the life and death of the people at the bottom cannot bring the slightest guilt to the upper class, and even for American society, it is better for the homeless homeless to die.

There is only one possibility......

Just leave those wanderers outside, and something horrible may happen that can affect the upper class.

Could it be that it is really like what Alsie said, in the fog...... Got ghosts?

That's too.

[George, have you slept? 】

Out of the blue, Harry sent a message.

[I woke up just now, and I had a nightmare. 】

[I'm a little scared, or I'll come to your house to sleep tonight.] 】

[Yes, do you go through the front door or the back door?] 】

[Garage, I'll come here in my suit.] 】

[What's going on, why do you wear a suit?] 】

[It's hard to say, I'll go out right now, you pick me up.] 】

[Okay, I'll go down and open the garage, be careful, I always feel wrong.] 】

[Well, two minutes.] 】

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The garage gate is in the backyard.

Sarah's car is parked here, and there is a small yellow bed in the corner.

That's Anderson's nest.

Anderson is a German pastor, but he died two years ago, old age.

Oh yes, George's cheap dad is also called Anderson, it seems to be archaeology abroad or something, anyway, George hasn't seen him since he was four years old.

A thick blanket and a couple of black raincoats were piled up on the small bed.

The door was opened from the hallway without the lights on, like a slender ghost sitting with his back to George.

A small layer of goosebumps got on his neck.

George turned on the light and ignored the pile.

He pressed the switch on the brake door, and damp, viscous air poured in through the crack under the door.

[Wow-]

The demon knife village rain hangs around his waist, so that no matter what happens, he can fight back instantly.

The door was completely open.

The visibility in the fog was no more than three meters, and the garage lights were dim and faintly unable to illuminate farther away.

There was a stout pillar of light coming from the left.

Loud, mechanical sounds were transmitted through the fog.

The massive, solid, tank-like Titan suit roared out of the fog.

Harry opened the mask:

"Quick, close the door!"

"There's really something in the fog!"

His face was very pale.

It seems to have seen something terrible.