At this moment, a single word collectively echoed in the minds of the survivors.
Fuck!
Because this scene was simply too horrifying. Seeing the team leaders alive was supposed to be good news, but those grotesque smiles on their faces combined with their crawling and writhing movements on the ground—fuck, it was terrifying!
As Gu Jianlin let out a roar, the black mist surged forward.
A sharp, grating noise, like a rewinding cassette tape, erupted. It was as if an old black-and-white film was being fast-forwarded at ten times the normal speed. The figures standing or crawling in the mist suddenly accelerated and appeared right in front of them.
Gu Jianlin froze, stunned, as a huge face loomed directly in front of his own.
"Son, don't you recognize me?"
The man's hair was streaked with gray, his face was refined and handsome, and his deep eyes exuded an aged warmth.
His tone was soft, tinged with the emotion of a long-awaited reunion.
