The whispers that had been murmuring in his ears grew rapidly clearer as the figure entered his range of perception.
"Class Monitor! Zhang Xiaojun, Chen Feiyan... answer if you can hear me!"
"Is anyone still alive?" A soldier spun in circles through the thick fog, shouting in despair until his voice was hoarse.
Chen Shouyi walked over and shouted, "Snap out of it!"
But the man seemed not to hear him and kept yelling to himself.
Is something interfering with their judgment? he wondered, his expression grave. No wonder he had kept hearing whispers. They were voices, but some kind of interference had made them impossible to understand.
His expression serious, he passed the man and continued forward.
Sure enough, as the distance widened, the soldier's shouts quickly faded. Just a few meters away, another soldier crouched in a corner, his rifle set aside. He seemed to have given up, his face dejected and despairing.
He walked on for several dozen meters.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!"
A soldier on the verge of a mental breakdown raised his gun and sprayed bullets into the sky.
Several soldiers already lay nearby, blood pooling beneath them. They had clearly been killed by mistake.
Chen Shouyi passed beside the gunman and lightly slapped him unconscious.
Before long, he spotted a martial artist. Hunched over, the man crept along the wall, cautiously glancing from side to side. He looked extremely alert, yet failed to notice Chen Shouyi standing right beside him.
Chen Shouyi reached out and tapped him on the shoulder.
The martial artist jolted in fright and, without thinking, thrust his sword at Chen Shouyi.
But as soon as he moved, Chen Shouyi reached out and caught the Long Sword.
The martial artist immediately dropped it in fright and kicked at Chen Shouyi.
Chen Shouyi couldn't even