Chapter 13 Accident
Fog Gathering.
In the gray mist above the sky, two elongated crimson moons still hang, like a pair of... blood-red eyes.
The thirty cursed individuals did not leave, but quietly awaited here, occasionally glancing at the names that seemed ready to drip fresh blood.
This wasn't because they had deep feelings among them; in fact, everyone tacitly chose shallow conversations over deep ones, after all, if death were to come, the sorrow of losing a not-so-close acquaintance is preferable to losing a dearly beloved friend or lover.
But the main reason everyone stayed in place was that Fog Gathering couldn't be left until all the living people had emerged.
More peculiar, however, was the time here; its passage was entirely different from the outside world.
Even if you don't eat, drink, or rest in Fog Gathering for months, you wouldn't feel hunger or fatigue in the slightest.
Because in reality, only a few fleeting moments have passed for everyone.
Du Shangjing often wondered, is this kind of existence still considered living?
However, before he could ponder further, a commotion and exclamations suddenly erupted in Fog Gathering.
Du Shangjing frowned slightly and instinctively looked towards Li Mu.