At that moment, a single word echoed in every survivor's mind at once.
Fuck!
This was far too horrifying. Seeing that the captains were still alive should have been a good thing, but those eerie smiles, the way they crawled and writhed across the ground—it was fucking terrifying!
Just as Gu Jianlin shouted, black fog rushed straight at them.
A sharp, ear-piercing tearing sound rang out like a tape rewinding. It was as though an old black-and-white film had been sped up tenfold. The people standing or crawling in the fog suddenly accelerated and reached them in an instant.
Gu Jianlin froze, because a huge face had leaned right up close to his.
"Son, don't you recognize me?"
The man's hair was streaked with gray, his features handsome and upright. His deep eyes carried the warmth and weariness of time.
His voice was so gentle, filled with the emotion of a long-awaited reunion.
Gu Jianlin had never imagined that he would meet this man again in such a way in this lifetime. For a moment, it felt as though he had returned to four months ago, when he had still been an ordinary boy waiting under the lights downstairs for his father to come home.
The young man was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. So moved that he grabbed a chair and smashed the man's head apart.
With a bang, the skull burst like a watermelon—but no blood sprayed out.
Instead, scarlet worms leaped from it one after another, writhing and bouncing across the ground.
Fuck!
Even Gu Jianlin nearly threw up at the sight. He did not even want to burn those things with Divine Sacrifice Fire.
They were too disgusting!
Suppressing the urge to vomit, Gu Jianlin charged forward again and swung the chair in broad, brutal arcs.
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