Chapter 197: The So-Called Savior

On the morning of April 6th, Qi Si finally ventured out.

A white fog perpetually shrouded the village's main road. Through the haze, withered wheat fields and crooked black shapes loomed, indistinct enough that, from a distance, it was impossible to tell scarecrows from human corpses.

The skins of the dead, saturated by the damp mist, fermented into a stench like rotting cloth. The odor clung to the floating water droplets, spreading throughout the entire village with the shifting haze.

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