"Mu Mu is right. A large number of infected people, calamity beasts, and even servants of evil gods live in the mist. It is impossible for an ordinary person to come out of it alive."

The blond-haired youth, Colin, nodded silently.

Even for fully armed fog exploration teams, the mortality rate exceeds 50% during the process of exploring the fog.

How can an ordinary person emerge from the fog unscathed?

How is that possible?

"If you ask me, he's definitely a mutated monster, or even a servant of an evil god! It's possible that he received a blessing from an evil god and used unknown means to prevent us from checking his specific information."

This possibility is not nonexistent; there have even been precedents for it.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have bound the unconscious patient so tightly.

A cold glint flashed in Li Mu's eyes, and his smile became somewhat sinister as he slowly said, "Captain Lin, why don't we kill him before he regains consciousness?"

Lin Xiao slowly shook his head: "No. Even among the infiltrators disguised as servants of the evil god, there has never been a precedent of having a mental pollution level of 0%. Since the birth of the mist, he must have been a special individual. Perhaps, we can obtain a way to eliminate mental pollution from him."

"But Captain, what if he really is a servant of an evil god?"

Lin Xiao looked directly at Li Mu and said, "Isn't this why we're here?"

Li Mu fell silent, staring at the figure on the hospital bed, his gaze still filled with icy killing intent.

Lin Xiao sighed softly, "Mu Mu, you've been under too much pressure lately. Your mental pollution level has reached the warning line. What happened last time wasn't your fault."

Colin nodded in agreement: "Yes, Mumu, you might need to rest for a while. How about you take a paid long leave after this is over and go out for a trip?"

Li Mu pursed her red lips and said coldly, "No need. I know my situation best. I'll recover in a few days."

Just then, Lu Ning, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly let out a soft groan.

The three of them were on high alert, their bodies tense, watching Lu Ning warily.

The next moment, a hoarse, weak voice came from Lu Ning's chapped lips: "Water..."