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.
Regarding the injection, Su Han had no intention of using it himself. Firstly, he was already a Second Order Low Grade, and the monsters he could capture at present were essentially incapable of causing his Angel Envoy to mutate.
Secondly, it was unnecessary. Already possessing a relatively stable method of strength enhancement, he saw no need to risk trying these newly formulated substances, even if the risks were small.
After Bai Qilan left, Su Han went to a position behind buildings nine and ten.
This area was not part of the villa's small courtyard, but it was also not close to other villas, adjoining a grassy area instead.
Ordinarily, this would have been a lush green lawn with a slight slope, perfect for post-dinner walks. A few hundred meters further, one could reach Shady Road and the banks of Yunling Lake.
However, now the whole lawn was shrouded in fog. From a distance, one could only see dark shadows flickering in and out of the mysterious, tranquil mist.