The color of the whole world changed.
Puyang Zhuini sat paralyzed under the collapsed overpass, looking at the gray-white fog above her head that was as thick as boiled milk. There was no sound in the fog, it was unusually quiet.
She looked down at her hands - there was blood between her fingernails, and she didn't know if it was someone else's or her own.
Three minutes ago, this fog came down with a "bang" and swallowed up all the high-rise buildings. People on the street ran around like crazy, and then fell down one after another. Her roommate Xiao Lu ran three meters away. He looked like a puppet whose wires had been pulled out. He fell limply to the ground and never moved again.
