In other words, when I had just been acquitted, I would definitely face the revenge of the saber tooth as it should be, or I would not be shocked, and calmly surrender my life. But at this point, it's hard for me to do that. Recalling the warm story that the bluebird told me that day when she stood in the sun, I felt that death was such a cold thing. And in the past, how many people have I sent to the other side of the cold?

If he gave up his life like this, the blue bird would be very sad. From this point of view, it may also be a selfish choice to die on the high ground. But isn't it selfish to cherish the warmth of the blue bird and refuse to pay for it?

If only Sabertooth were an avenger as evil as the old bones, then I would be able to fight back justifiably, even to find some angle to condemn him...... I have such a shameless expectation in my heart.

The team moved slowly and quietly through the fog, and sometimes some of the survivors would whisper a few words in a low voice. I see some traces of experience in them, and they seem to have become accustomed to following in the footsteps of the sabertooth, and can feel a team unity that is strictly centered on the sabertooth. It was only the second day that Daytown had been shrouded in the Fog Demon, but they seemed to have adapted to the status quo.

"It's been more than a week, and there is still no sign of rescue from the outside world. Have we already been abandoned? Or has the outside world also fallen? Someone whispered, "When is this kind of day a ......?"

More than a week? Does it seem to them that more than a week has passed?

Their perception of time is obviously very different from me and Joan. Moreover, Sabertooth doesn't seem to have told them anything about the Fog Demon. Is it because too many people are worried that too many people will have a targeted understanding of the Fog Demon, which will strengthen the Fog Demon? That makes sense. It's as if people's fear of strange talk sometimes forms a concentration of spiritual fluctuations, turning false strange talk into real and hidden things. If too many people become aware of the existence of the Fog Demon and become afraid, then they will also become a new source of power for the Fog Demon.

However, Sabertooth didn't seem to explain the truth about the Fog Demon, and he didn't even explain the problem of the flow of time to them. However, judging from their communication, their sense of time is relatively consistent with each other, indicating that Sabertooth is not completely uninvolved in this work. Could it be that Joan and I are actually on my side that has a problem with the feeling of time?

I'm also very concerned about outside aid, whether it's a day or a week, the Security Service should have done something, and now I don't see the slightest sign of that. Is it because the Security Service also can't enter the town of Day, which is blocked by dense fog? Or is it a very brief moment of time to the outside world?

Also, how did Sabertooth find so many survivors in the fog...... I was about to fully communicate with Sabertooth about these issues, when I suddenly sensed a large number of malicious fluctuations coming from the depths of the fog.

Then, the low roars of many demons were heard, and dangerous noises approached quickly from a distance.

For some reason, Sabertooth looked a little sluggish, and his awareness didn't seem to be working well, until he heard the voice, he didn't react, and then his face became extremely gloomy, "Sure enough, there are so many people, it's still easy to attract demons......"

Several strange-shaped demons had already attacked from the fog. The survivors panicked, but they didn't seem to have done a little training, but immediately gathered on the roadside wall.

This deliberate dense formation was probably designed to facilitate the saber teeth to protect them and prevent them from getting separated in the fog. But Joan did not receive guidance in this regard, as soon as he saw that everyone else was moving, he seemed to have a misunderstanding, and he found a nearby cover to hide alone, and after hiding, he seemed to realize that he had done something wrong.

I dragged him out and let him climb onto my back again, and then went to help deal with the demons that were rushing out from all directions.

The saber tooth also drove and swung the sword, slashing into the enemy group like a huge arrow shot by a ballista, and in the blink of an eye, it set off a bloody storm. He seems to be a warlock who specializes in high-speed melee combat, and is no less skilled than the hunters who fought me before. However, although this method of fighting is more than enough to protect himself in the thick fog, it is not suitable for escorting so many people, and it is no wonder that he would accept my help with humiliation.

Before he had time to take a few more glances at his fighting style, his figure disappeared into the thick fog, and only the sound of continuous slashing came out. I focused on slaying those demons. In a short time, the battle was over. There was no longer a roar or slash from the depths of the fog.

I put JoAnn off my back and went to join the group.

However, the unexpected happened.

Or rather, it's something that's happened before, only again.

We didn't relocate the sabertooth and the survivors in the fog. The men just vanished, seemingly swallowed up by the fog. It's like a passerby who disappeared into the depths of the fog yesterday.

I am not unaware of this, but I do not have the means to overcome it in such a chaotic situation.

"Gone?" Jo Ann was stunned and said, "Why...... It's not like we're leaving us alone, is it? ”

"No...... Certainly not like that. I tried to check the ground for traces, but nothing came of it," presumably a matter of the fog itself, which probably has the property of being lost. ”

That's why it's always hard to find other survivors. But how did Sabertooth find so many survivors? Is it just by chance and fate? Definitely not. He claims to have fought the Fog Demons, and should have mastered some methods that I didn't know.

It seems that he can only use his own methods to continue living with the survivors, not me and Joan.

Or is he unwilling to live with me that he is doing this on purpose? But he's already decided to work with me, and it's unconvincing to say that he's given up halfway through.

Could it be that the method has something to do with the sense of time? The time of the sabertooth and the survivors seemed to be synchronized. In a different space, people who feel very different about time are less likely to meet. But I suspect the answer is not that simple.

There is no way to find anyone. Joanne and I had no choice but to return to being a duo and groping our way through the fog.

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The day is coming to an end.

It stands to reason that it's night. But looking at the dense fog that has not darkened at all, I still can't feel like it's night. It feels hard to mess with time like this. We are currently relying on biological clocks, but biological clocks are difficult to trust in another dimension.

And just when we found a small supermarket and planned to spend the night here, we encountered an accident.

We met two survivors.

Two ill-intentioned survivors, to be exact.

Both were young men, looking rather embarrassed and dirty, and disheveled. We entered the small supermarket on our hind feet, probably because we wanted to come here to collect supplies. Despite the dangers of the outside world, they always stay indoors and run out of food sooner or later. Although they don't seem to have hideous faces, there is a whirlpool of despair and madness in their eyes, and they seem to have become insane in extreme circumstances.

They saw us as soon as they entered the supermarket, and one of them took a quick look at Joan behind me, one of them looked at the other, looked at me together, and walked over.

I am very sensitive to emotions such as malicious hostility, and I can see at a glance that the two of them have bad intentions.

Joan tugged at my clothes, and he was sensitively aware of the danger. At the beginning, even the middleman peeked at him in secret, and he would be aware of it, not to mention the scheming intentions of the two people in front of him.

"It's fine." I said to him, then looked at the two of them, "Stop." ”

"We have no ill will." The two stopped, and one of them made a soothing gesture with a smirk, "We're just here to collect supplies." Do you too? Would you like to join forces too? ”

"Do you have anyone else?" I asked.

"Yes, yes." "We're helping other survivors," he laughs...... No, I think it's helping each other. It's all like this, shouldn't the people who survived be more united in their efforts? ”

"Our hideout is close to here, would you like to take a look?" Another person helped, "You're both students, aren't you?" How dangerous it is, it's better to be with us. We have a few more people over there, and the kid next to you can help with the housework, and you'll go out with us to collect supplies...... What do you think? ”

Jo Ann is uneasy, "Li Duo ......"

He obviously didn't want to go, these two people were undoubtedly black, and the malice in his heart was hidden under the awareness of me and Joan. I also don't believe they're really helping other survivors.

However, something else came to mind. They seemed quite proficient in both their eye contact and their words at the moment, and it seemed that this was not the first time they had "invited" the other survivors. So, what is the situation of "how many other people" they say? Is it their accomplice? Or is it ......

"Okay, let's take a look." I say.

"Huh?" Jo Ann was stunned.

"I think they're so sincere, they don't look like bad people. And they're right, that's when we should work together. I said, "There's no way they're going to trick you and me into killing and eating you, so what's the benefit?" ”

"Hahaha, that's that. We're not some kind of perverted murderers, we're just struggling to survive in this shit-like world. They laughed too.

Joan looked speechless, glanced at them inexplicably, and then stopped talking.

Sure enough, as soon as they returned to their hiding place, they bared their fangs of malice.

At least one thing they weren't lying about was that their hideout was close to the supermarket. It is extremely dangerous to travel long distances in this dense fog, and they do not dare to go further away to collect supplies. Thanks to the fact that the journey was short enough, he didn't encounter a demon attack when he moved over.

In order to prevent them from disappearing suddenly, I followed them closely throughout the whole process and kept an eye on them.

The hiding place was an old single-family house, and upon entering, one of them quietly locked the main entrance.

The other picked up a hammer from the shoe cabinet and walked silently behind me.

Unfortunately, even when approaching from behind, I could sense it. And, because the fog in the room is relatively thin, my perception is barely obstructed, enough to scan everywhere. So, I also saw what they said about "a few more people".

Those people are not their accomplices, but victims. All were young women, five in all, concentrated in a room somewhere upstairs. They were all so humiliated and hurt that even the words felt like their tongues were about to be covered in feces, so they omitted the details and only said the result: four of them were no longer breathing and their hearts were beating, and one was dying, although he was not dead.

The moment I became aware of this information, I couldn't help but feel a huge rage, and I reflexively produced a self-deprecation about how I was qualified to be angry. The man with the hammer smashed down from behind on the back of my head.

Then, the hammer spun and flew out. I wasn't sent flying, I didn't have any defensive movements, and I didn't need to defend myself. The hammer did not injure the back of my head in the slightest, but instead came out of my hand due to the reaction force, and smashed a small hole in the door behind me.

I turned around without saying a word. In the next instant, the limbs of the two men were crushed at the same time. They fell to the ground in their own screams.

The man who attacked me was stunned and said, "You...... What did you do......"

Nothing special, just shattered their bones at a very fast pace. However, to people who do not have strong dynamic vision, it is as if they were seriously injured when I stood there and did nothing.

I wasn't obligated to explain anything to them, I just dragged them all the way to the upstairs room and threw them on the floor.

Joan also silently followed. While his perception is likely to be stronger than mine, he doesn't seem to be skilled enough to scan space with his senses. Looking back, I guess the reason why I was able to grasp the trick so quickly in my dreams in the past was also due to unconscious experience. And after witnessing the scene in the room, Joan finally saw what they were doing clearly, and was immediately speechless in shock.

"Why?" I asked, "Even though you were lying, the truth itself is correct." It's because it's like this that we should work together even more, right? ”

"Working together? At such a time? As if he had despaired, one of them did not beg for mercy, but simply said in a vicious voice in pain, "At least two months have passed, and there is still no sign of the outside world trying to rescue us...... We've discussed, and while we don't know what's going on with this fog, the outside world must have all fallen. Anyway, it's all over, and we're going to die sooner or later, so it's better to have a good time at the end! Women who didn't dare to play before can now play as much as they want! ”

Joan's eyes widened in surprise and whispered, "Two months ......"

It turns out that on their side, at least two months have passed.

Although the alien dimension cannot be measured by common sense, the influence of this dense fog on the confusion of time is still beyond my expectations. It's no wonder that there are so chaotic emotions from them, they have long been immersed in the rhapsody of the end of the world, and they are self-righteous and crazy.

"So what do we do with our hands? We are all men. I said.

"Huh? She's a man? He looked in amazement at Joan behind me.

Joan seemed to deliberately make her voice hoarse, and said viciously: "Where do I look like a woman!" ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier...... "The man was stupid.

I walked past them and walked over to the only surviving woman in the room, dying.

It's not so much a woman as a girl, and she doesn't look much older than Joan. She lay naked on the ground, covered in sore and disgusting filth, and even her face was brutally scratched. I don't know how much those two people did to her.

Fortunately, before leaving, the blue bird remade three anti-charm talismans for me, and also stuffed me with a lot of healing talisman paper. These runes are very easy to use, and only need to be attached to the surface of the body to heal the wound. Even though I thought to myself when I got my hands on it that I would have regenerated at a high speed and that these runes were completely useless, I'm glad I didn't throw them at home.

I pasted the rune paper one after another all over the girl's body, and under the magical effect of the spiritual power, the wounds on the girl's body scarred and healed at a very slow rate. Next, I took a sheet from the side and covered her body.

Ten minutes later, she woke up.

(End of chapter)