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Outside Hai Bei Island, the spreading blue mist seems like an ominous omen, shrouding the land.
The scent of corpse poison distorts all life, whether human or animal. Once contaminated, they lose their original consciousness and become walking monsters.
The trees withered, wild beasts raged, and even the air was filled with a sense of death.
In this terrifying atmosphere, the residents of a small village called Pine Breeze Village looked on in horror as the toxic fog slowly approached.
Village chief Old Zhang, a silver-haired old man, with a face full of worry and helplessness.
At the edge of Pine Breeze Village, a woman inadvertently walked too far and stepped into the slowly spreading green mist.
Her body instantly stiffened, then collapsed to the ground, limbs convulsing, struggling as if being manipulated by an invisible hand. Her complexion quickly turned ashen, as if life was being drained drop by drop, her eyes turned bloodshot, like a demon from the abyss, exuding an unfathomable terror.
"Xiao Hui, what's wrong with you?" Her husband ran over in panic, his voice trembling as he tried to help the woman up.
However, the transformed Xiao Hui had completely lost her human rationality, with only a savage brutality left in her eyes. Suddenly, she fiercely pounced on him, mouth wide open, revealing razor-sharp teeth, and viciously bit into her husband's neck.
A miserable scream pierced the tranquility of the village, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding land red.
The husband's eyes were filled with disbelief and despair, his hands weakly struggling to push away his once gentle companion, but it was all in vain.
The girl's face was covered in blood, her eyes becoming even more crazed, a cruel smile hanging on her lips. She then used her claws to open the man's abdomen, continuing to devour his entrails, as if savoring the horror of the scene.
Hearing the screams, the villagers rushed over with farming tools, but upon witnessing the scene, they were deeply shaken and enveloped in fear. They stood at a distance, trembling, too afraid to approach, only able to watch the tragedy unfold before their eyes.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and death, and a blue mist slowly spread, as if it were the messenger of death, silently announcing the disaster and despair on this land.
Many villagers, upon seeing this, screamed in terror and fled towards the depths of the village. Old Zhang's face turned even more solemn at the sight.
As the blue mist spread, the panic in Pine Breeze Village escalated. Villagers warned each other in fear not to approach the strange mist.
However, this mist seems to have its own will, slowly but irresistibly spreading to every corner of the village.
On the other side of the village, a group of children are playing carefree, unaware of what is happening.
Suddenly, a patch of blue mist drifted slowly by. The children curiously gathered around, reaching out to touch it. As soon as the mist made contact with their skin, the children's smiles froze, and then their eyes became hollow, their bodies starting to convulse uncontrollably.
An old woman witnessed this scene and screamed in terror. She stumbled as she ran towards the village, shouting for help: "Help, the children... the children are in trouble!"
Villagers heard cries for help and cautiously approached the children, picking up tools as they did so. But when they saw that these innocent children had turned into soulless puppets, they were all stunned for a moment.
As the children's eyes became empty and lifeless, their movements started to become stiff and eerie, and a sinister aura began to spread in the air. Their skin gradually lost its color, turning pale, and a strange smile appeared on their lips, as if their entire bodies were being controlled by some evil force.
"This... this is not our child anymore!" a mother cried out, her voice filled with despair and disbelief.
The children began to attack the villagers, their movements slow but each strike carried astonishing force. There was no longer any trace of humanity in their eyes, only an unfathomable darkness.
"Hurry! Hurry, escape into the barrier! This green mist is too terrifying," the village chief shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the panicked crowd.
The villagers began to flee in panic, dragging the elderly and infirm, running frantically towards the direction of the barrier.
Those children infected by the mist seemed like enraged beasts, relentlessly chasing after people. As individuals fell, they were pounced upon, and the group of young Necromancers caught the scent of blood and went mad, rushing forward to bite and tear...
Faced with this sudden disaster, the villagers were plunged into unprecedented panic.
Those once innocent children have now become small Necromancers attacking all living creatures. Their eyes are empty, their movements stiff, yet they possess unimaginable power.
A father, looking at his little daughter, is filled with fear and helplessness in his eyes. His daughter, pale-faced, with an eerie smile on her lips, is trying to move towards him.
"No, don't do this, Xiao Ni!" he cried, but his daughter was completely out of control, her small hands ruthlessly clawing at his face.
The villagers ran in panic, their screams, cries, and the eerie laughter of the children intertwined, creating a terrifying scene.
"Run! Don't look back!" An old woman, leaning on a cane, moved laboriously towards the barrier. Her eyes were filled with sadness as she looked at those who had once been in her warm embrace, but were now terrifying monsters.
"Grandpa, can we really be safe?" A little girl, with tears in her eyes, asked in a trembling voice.
Old Zhang looked at her and forced a smile, "Of course, the barrier will protect us."
Along the way, they passed through a desolate field where once-thriving crops had withered, and the air was filled with a putrid smell.
"It will all pass," a middle-aged woman comforted the child beside her. Her eyes conveyed determination, but the sweat on her palms revealed her unease.
"Our homeland..." An old man stopped in his tracks, gazing at the distant village with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
"Sir, we must go!" A young man urgently pulled the old man along, his eyes determined but unable to hide the panic in his heart. They walked through a forest path, the ground beneath their feet wet and slippery. A little girl stumbled and cried.
A young mother, holding her crying child, tears swirling in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.
Her child, a five-year-old boy, wiped away his tears, tightly grasping his mother's clothes, his little face filled with confusion and fear.
"Mom, will we be safe?" the little boy asked with a trembling voice.
The mother took a deep breath and replied firmly, "Yes, my child, as long as we reach The world of owls, we will be safe."
An old man, struggling to walk, seemed to be on the verge of collapse. A young man immediately stepped forward to support him, speaking with great concern, "Sir, let me help you."
The old man shook his head and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, young man, but you must take care of yourself and your family first."
The young man replied firmly: "We are all villagers, helping each other is the right thing to do."
The villagers ran while supporting each other, their eyes filled with both fear and determination.
Children cried, the elderly gasped for breath, and the young gritted their teeth, each person striving to survive.
Behind them, the fog of corpse poison grew thicker, filling the air with a suffocating stench. The distant roar of wild beasts echoed, and the trees withered in the breath of death, as if the entire world was showing them a vision of the apocalypse.
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