Finally, in another reincarnation, doubts arose in Kong Hanan's heart.

He decided to go in and take a look.

It was dark and fog was rising outside the tribe again.

Kong Hanan ignored the singing and dancing crowd and walked into the black fog.

He was surprised to find that the figure in the black fog was also a human.

They could see Kong Hanan, and some of them were even greeting Kong Hanan. They looked very familiar.

Because the sky was covered with black fog, there was no other color except black, and the alternation of the sun and the moon could not be seen.

After staying for a while, Kong Hanan gradually felt that the environment here, except that it was a little dark, seemed to be fine.

The crowd extended their hands to Kong Hanan and invited him to join their team.

Kong Hanan, with some doubts, decided to go with them to take a look.

Soon, Kong Hanan discovered their differences.

People who occasionally rushed in from outside the black fog, with hostility but unable to hurt them at all, soon joined them.

They don't need to eat or dance.

Even children no longer drool at the sight of food.

They have no fatigue and just need to follow their instincts.

No worries about getting hurt, no worries about starvation, no worries about dying.

Wave after wave of people rushed in with light and soon fell to the ground.

The torches went out, and the people who rushed in became part of them.

After staying for a long time, Kong Hanan actually felt a little disgusted with those people holding torches.

He no longer felt sad, but instead found those people hateful.

He vaguely felt something beating inside his body.