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Weifu Military Base, next to the airport runway.

An Overlord transport plane came to a slow stop, and two "human" figures passed through the open door.

With a squeezed expression on her face, Xiaoyu's fruiting body made a feeble sighing motion.

"Eh...(not delicious.)"

Being able to understand the message conveyed by that voice, Luo Yu said in a dumbfounded voice.

"They are not food in the first place...you must not eat them."

Three days ago, the manager suddenly wholesaled a thousand biological prostheses from Xiaoyu.

Although this bit of biomass is at most a piece of dandruff to Xiaoyu who inherited the mother nest in Qingquan City, this little guy has quite a few complaints about the users of the biological prosthetics that were inoculated.

In his own words, those guys are quite boring, and there are many of them sharing the same brain.

not only that.

These guys hate talking and communicate with each other through "eyes."

It doesn't know how to describe them, it just feels like they don't look like normal people.

Xiaoyu: "Yeah! (Yeah! Xiaoyu doesn't eat randomly! But it doesn't matter, that one is delicious!)"

Luo Yu: "That one?"

Xiaoyu: "Eh!" (The mother's nest at the bottom of the mountain... is so big. Hmm, I'm not sure if I can eat it. I might need more fruiting bodies.)

Some mother nests are not very strong, but the fruiting bodies are extremely powerful, and the spores they produce can cover the entire city. Others are just the opposite, producing almost no fruiting bodies and spore clouds, and the limited organic matter is only used for

Strengthen yourself.

Listening to Xiao Yu's murmur, Luo Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed its round and plump head lovingly.

"Just do your best."

If that doesn't work, they can still use trains to pull the fruiting bodies from Qingquan City to the front line one by one.

The communication cables here have been laid and the base stations have been set up. There is no problem if the total bandwidth of the base stations can support one or two thousand "Eums".

Feeling the warmth on the top of her head, Xiaoyu rubbed her head against his hand with a look of enjoyment.

However, at this moment, it suddenly stopped in alarm, and its amber eyes looked toward the sky.

Noticing the abnormality in Xiao Yu's movements, Luo Yu immediately retracted his hand and asked seriously.

"What's wrong?"

"Eh. (Something smelly is approaching...)"

After a pause, it seemed to be thinking for a moment, and its eyes glowed slightly.

"Eh! (...But it should taste delicious!)"

…

The gray-green mist gradually rose and spread over the endless wasteland.

Construction team by the Wei River.

The middle-aged man wearing a safety helmet and carrying a shovel suddenly had a look of fear on his face and murmured with trembling lips.

"……It's getting foggy."

His name is Wang Youtian, and he is a survivor from the southern area of ​​Jinchuan Province. He heard that working here not only gave him money but also gave him land, so he joined the Southern Construction Corps and has been working for three months now.

As a local, he naturally knows the situation here very well.

Seeing his pale face, Hong Liming, the captain of the construction team, realized something was wrong, so he walked up and asked.

"What happened? Do you know something?"

After swallowing hard, Wang Youtian said in a trembling voice.

"It happened once before..."

"Has it happened?" Hong Liming frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Recalling what happened at that time, Wang Youtian had a trace of fear in his eyes.

"It was the same last time. The fog suddenly came up, and then when the fog cleared, the people in the entire village were gone, the livestock was gone, the orchards were gone, and the crops were gone...except for the house, all living things were gone.

It’s all gone.”

All disappeared?

Hong Liming was stunned and looked at him strangely, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

He had never heard of such a strange thing, but the guy's expression didn't look like he was pretending.

After thinking for a moment, he saw that it was getting late, so he shouted to the team members who were working on the construction.

"Call the class and go back to base!"

Upon hearing the captain's order, the construction team that was building the road immediately packed up their tools and the two excavators began to turn around and return.

Looking at the construction team that suddenly stopped working, the rat tribe members who were working in the fields raised their heads and looked over there curiously.

"Why did these people finish work so early today?"

"The sun is rising in the west."

"Could it have something to do with the fog?"

"This fog is indeed a bit strange...it also smells a bit wrong."

Everyone exchanged glances and discussed in low voices.

At this time, a member of the construction team walked to the edge of the field and shouted at them.

"The situation here is not quite right. You should call it a day and stop staying outside."

A captain of ten was moved in his heart and shouted to the construction worker.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"I don't know, but it's very similar to the fog that hit Jinhe City before... I heard that if you smoke too much of that stuff, it will make you lose your mind. It's similar to the smoke. It's not a good thing anyway."

Although the Weifu military base is also shrouded in fog, there are researchers from the alliance and companies there after all.

There are so many experts and scholars here, and they can always come up with some solutions.

After saying these words, the construction worker covered his mouth and nose with his clothes and hurriedly caught up with the retreating team.

The ten-capion captain and all the rat tribesmen who stayed behind all looked at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Jinhe City?

What is that place?

And Naguo...

Since coming to this wasteland, they have heard so many things that they have never heard of before, and they have also seen so many things that are not found in Borneo, so that they find them unbelievable.

If it had been in the past, most people would not have taken it seriously, but they had just received a beating more than half a month ago, and they still remembered the pain.

"I'm going to ask Commander Makur for instructions." Not daring to hesitate, the captain quickly dropped his farm tools and hurried in the direction of commander Makur.

When he rushed over, Markul was sitting under an arbor, looking at the mist in the sky with a gloomy face.

"Why is it so foggy at this point?"

You don't see any change in the weather, do you?

Seeing his officer running over, Macul sat upright in his chair, put on a calm expression, cleared his throat and asked him.

"What's the matter? You're so anxious."

Not caring about decency and etiquette, the captain reported angrily.

"Sir! The Alliance's Southern Construction Corps just reminded us that there is something dirty in the fog, and asked us to retreat to the military base quickly. It's best not to stay outside."

Markul frowned when he heard this and stood up from his chair.

"Retreat? Are those mutants coming?"

The ten-capion captain quickly shook his head and said.

"No...but the sudden rise of fog seems to have something to do with the torch bearer."

When he heard that it wasn't the mutants who were calling, Markul rolled his eyes and sat back on the chair again.

"What did I think it was? It's just a fog. Look, it scared you."

Seeing the commander's completely unconcerned expression, the ten-capion commander couldn't help but was stunned and suddenly became anxious.

"But……"

Before he could finish his words, Markul waved his hand and impatiently pointed his finger to drive away the person.
To be continued...