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.
Su Han left the stronghold at the Mother Nest Ancient Tree, rode a Vine Giant Rat, and arrived at the Summer Garden Mall. Once he entered and got upstairs, in the sitting room, he saw the people from the South City camp.
There were six people sitting in the living room, Yan Meiyu on one side of the sofa, and to his surprise, Bai Qilan was also there.
Opposite the sofa, Guo Wutao, Zhao Yaqian, and Cheng Zhenyong sat, with tea placed in front of them.
But aside from those three, there was an old man with grizzled hair sitting next to Guo Wutao—none other than Bai Qiuwen.
Bai Qiuwen wore an old-style jacket, frayed at the sleeves, his figure thin. Compared to the last time they met, his face was more gaunt, and his hair had whitened considerably.
"Professor Bai, long time no see."
Su Han walked in. Guo Wutao and the others stood up to greet him, saying, "Long time no see."
Bai Qiuwen smiled faintly and nodded, "It has been some time."
"Please, everyone, have a seat."