Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
Zhou Ji ordered everyone to get out of the cars. They had a total of three vehicles: the front one was an off-road vehicle, and the two behind were business vans. In an instant, twelve people got out.
Leading the group was Zhou Ji himself, with his deputy Yu Shaokui by his side. Their expressions were indifferent. As soon as they got out of the cars, they quickly scanned the surrounding environment, and the Angel Envoy was summoned to their side in an instant.
A group of twelve, almost half of them armed with guns, had a grave look. They were not the kind to be trifled with.
"Brother Zhou, what do we do now?"
Someone asked, casting a vigilant glance at the gradually dissipating fog, while in Zhou Ji's hand was a fist-sized Lamp Tree Crystal.
"Search for traces of the hospital, it would be best if we could find survivors."
The silence of the hospital, along with the residual signs of battle, made Zhou Ji realize that the area had already been scavenged.