Chapter 7 You Can’t Be a Male Bodhisattva
So the system was unreliable. Right now, she could only rely on herself—using the strength of her five beast husbands to venture westward into the Mist Forest and gather resources to enhance her spiritual power.
Because while familiarizing herself with the rules of the Mist Continent, she had discovered another dangerous point.
There was also a probability of mist forming on the eastern side of the Mist Continent where she lived.
Perhaps one second it was a bright sunny day, and the next second it would be shrouded in mist, with visibility less than three meters.
This was the natural mist of the Mist Continent. It wasn't toxic, but the mist acted as a medium, causing Fog Corpses to randomly generate in any mist-covered area.
Fog Corpses, unlike zombies, were monsters unique to the western Mist Continent. They were stronger than zombies and harder to kill, with only a slim chance of containing Star Stones in their brains that could upgrade superpowers.
Luckily, no mist had formed in the eastern Mist Continent for two years now.
The fear in Xiao Jinsheng's heart, sparked by photographs of Fog Corpses, had gradually subsided.
Just as she heaved a sigh of relief, a loud crash against the window resounded.
Xiao Jinsheng thought Mo Jiao, with murderous intent unabated, had broken in. She turned toward the sound, only to see mist swirling outside her window. Stuck to the shattered glass was a blood-soaked, skinned, living corpse.
"Help, help, help, help..." Xiao Jinsheng's face turned deathly pale. She sat frozen on her bed in fear, unable to move an inch, shouting hoarsely, "Someone save me—"