Gray Mist Migration: the End of the Sequence Is Weird

The gray fog is like solidified dirty blood, soaking into every inch of the rusty city's texture. Lin Chen leaned against the half-broken reinforced concrete wall, and a sweet smell of rust filled his throat. He covered his mouth suddenly, and the breath leaking from between his fingers had a faint rotten smell - it was not his, but the city's. Three days ago, the last "safe zone" warning tore through the night sky, and the once prosperous Shenhai City was completely reduced to a restricted area. Those "things" entrenched in the shadows of office buildings and deep in the sewers finally no longer concealed their existence. He lowered his head and looked at his palm. A shallow blood mark was slowly healing. This was the weak effect of the [Sequence 7: Scavenger] potion injected into it. The potion was collected from a cold corpse, and the corpse still had a ferocious expression of trying to swallow the second potion - the sequence potion was not a gift, but a bargaining chip for life. Every promotion was accompanied by the risk of losing control, and the price of failure was to become one of those "things".