At dawn, the sky was already dark, compounded by the thick fog pervading the forest. The century-old trees blocked out the sun with their lush branches, so sunlight couldn't penetrate through.
The entire environment seemed unusually dim.
The remaining bodyguard of Wu Shitong was sitting on the ground, panting heavily. Hearing the words of Old Luo, he was instantly stunned.
"Still need to keep finding the way?"
The bodyguard looked displeased: "Wasn't getting out of that cornfield enough to survive?"
"Who told you that getting out ensures survival?"
Old Luo countered.
"..."
The bodyguard was speechless.
He recalled, and indeed, no one had said that.
"How much pollution is ahead?"
Ma Xiaoyun's voice trembled.
"You should ask the culprit who created these rule pollutions!"
Old Luo shrugged his shoulders.
"And if we can't find them?"
Ma Xiaoyun pressed on.
"If we can't find them, it just means we're all doomed, so then you won't need to worry about this problem!"
