"Help me. I don't feel well."
On his way back to the Mist Shop, Su Bai noticed several figures wreathed in blood mist lying by the roadside. The Patrollers following their orders along the way did not kill the "infected" residents of Fog City outright in the streets. Instead, they took them away one by one, doing their best to keep the brutal scenes and the truth from the city's bewildered residents.
A Fog City resident whose arm had already developed cracks in its clay reached toward Su Bai for help, his face filled with panic and pleading. Su Bai found his face somewhat familiar; he seemed to be a customer who had visited the Mist Shop many times. But as the customer reached toward him now, the cracks on his exposed arm kept spreading. The blood mist winding around him was also creeping outward along his arm, as though searching for a new target.
Perhaps it was because most of the Patrollers were sealing off the dense fog zone as ordered. Even though they were only ordinary puppets, relatively simple to make and easy to mass-produce, with no "souls" placed inside them, and even though those on the streets were removing the infected as quickly as possible, Su Bai could not see a single Patroller nearby.
Clearly, the Patrollers were short-handed now.
"Don't go near him!"
Just as the infected man kept moving toward Su Bai, a young man ran out and stepped directly in front of him.
The young man kicked the infected man to the ground, then turned to glance at Su Bai, whom he had shielded behind him. His eyes lit up at first, then he looked in confusion at Su Bai's clothes and neck before his puzzled gaze returned to Su Bai's face.
"A guy.