A nearly transparent fog, like a veil, spread across the interiors of some cargo ships carrying healthy captives.
The fog seemed to have its own life. It started from the warehouse where goods were piled up and spread silently like a ghost.
It first crawled slowly along the wall of the warehouse, then passed through the narrow corridor and continued to extend forward.
The fog's footsteps were light and silent, as if it were an experienced hunter, lurking in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to move, without making the slightest sound.
Then, fog poured into the stairs and the pipes that carried psychic energy.
Like a winding snake, it gradually covered the entire cabin.
It did not miss any corner, whether it was a dark corner or a bright aisle, it swallowed them all.
All this happened so quietly that no patrolling soldier noticed anything unusual.
They walked their own way as usual, breathing the air that they had ignored in the past.
Air, which is present everywhere in daily life, still flows into the soldiers' lungs through the respiratory tract as usual.
But this time, something bad was brewing.
In that seemingly ordinary air, there is a large amount of transparent and fine feather powder hidden.
These feather powders float lightly like dust and blend into the air.
When the soldiers inhaled the polluted air, feather dust entered their bodies.
Beneath this seemingly calm surface, the fleet was slowly approaching the brink of danger.
…
"Then I'll go back and rest."
"Okay."
He Changping took over the communicator from the previous patrol soldier and completed the handover with them.
According to the shift schedule, it is his turn to work the night shift tonight.
After his fellow soldiers left, he was the only one left around.
The cabin seemed exceptionally quiet at night, and an inexplicable feeling came over him, making him feel a little uneasy.
But He Changping did not delay for too long.
After giving himself some mental preparation, he took a step forward and began today's patrol mission.
Rather than being afraid of the eerie atmosphere in the cabin corridor, he was more afraid that the captain of his patrol team would take advantage of the situation to withhold military pay.
You know, the big shots above don't have time to care about the life and death of a low-level soldier like him.
Even if you complain to your superiors about the team leader embezzling money, they will first ask you, "Why are you the only one who suffers?"
He held the communicator in his hand and unconsciously quickened his pace, and soon he had walked around the area.
The first lap, nothing unusual.
The second circle, the third circle,..., the fifth circle.
He was beginning to notice something was wrong.
The shadow originally cast by the bright light above the head has become visibly lighter.
Why did the lights dim so much?
He Changping stopped patrolling and thought about it.
Is there something wrong with the ceiling light in the corridor?
No, that's not right!
The ceiling lights here are managed by the cargo ship's energy supply room.
Once a problem occurs, the crew over there will immediately discover it and send people here to inspect it.
But now, a while has passed and not a single person has come.
The surroundings were dead silent, as if the area he was in was isolated from the world.
He began to get nervous, his eyes looking around anxiously, and his body stiffened involuntarily.
The breathing sounds echoed in the empty environment, making Jiang Changping more and more irritated.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe ten minutes, maybe less than a minute.
In short, after a moment, he suddenly couldn't move.
He Changping was still conscious and could feel his body becoming numb little by little starting from his lungs.
Until his body slowly slipped away from his control, he couldn't understand why this happened.
He was just on patrol as usual, wasn't he!
His mind began to collapse with fear and he wanted to scream out loudly.
But his body was out of control, he just quietly took a few steps and walked stiffly in one direction.
He Changping's consciousness began to feel suffocated and he slowly sank to the bottom.
Just before he lost all sense of the outside world, he barely managed to react in a daze.
Going in that direction...it seems to be the road leading to the cargo ship warehouse?
The consciousness of the futile struggle disappeared.
…
Inside a cargo ship carrying high-quality elements, in addition to some personnel who are still controlling the navigation of the ship, a large number of sea creatures are gathering towards the warehouse.
Looking closely, the behaviors and movements of these sea creatures are surprisingly consistent.
They didn't walk very fast, but their strides were almost the same.
The limbs appear stiff and rigid when walking.
His eyes were empty, as if he only knew how to move towards the predetermined target location.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is definitely not normal.
However, in the increasingly thick fog, which began to appear light gray-purple, everyone looked the same.
Whether it is the soldiers or the crew, they have become the walking dead in the true sense of the word at this moment.
My eyes followed these zombies as they moved forward.
The destination of their journey - a warehouse inside the cargo ship, is now crowded with sea creatures.
In the center of their encirclement, a human captive was continuously producing large amounts of feather powder like mist.
That was obviously one of the many puppets that Zi Sui placed on the cargo ship.
Just like here, there are quite a few cargo ships that are under complete control.
Zi Sui stayed in the lower level of the main ship, sensing and controlling these puppets to spread feather powder carrying a large amount of toxic Rc cells.
There was also thick fog here, isolating the bottom of the cabin from the upper level.
With such a sudden signal loss, the main ship's command room will probably notice the abnormality soon.
However, the enhanced [Bone Tear] is terrifyingly contagious and has a lot of control.
Before they could react, the organisms inside more than two-thirds of the ships would be infected.
In this blue desert far away from all support points, it is only a matter of time before the cargo fleet is completely destroyed.
…
At the same time, in the Second Prince’s Mansion in Chongming City.
The Second Prince's wife Guan Baozhu's car drove across the smooth road of the Dragon Palace, and the swirling water disturbed the rare corals on the roadside.
The gate of the Second Prince's Mansion opened at the right time, and then slowly closed after the Princess's car drove in.
Guan Baozhu had just finished a tea party with the wives of several ministers from the Ministry of War.
She ignored her mental fatigue and walked quickly towards Yuanyuan's residence.
Only when she arrived outside the main courtyard of the Prince's Mansion did she slow down her pace.
When he reached the guards at the courtyard gate, Guan Baozhu whispered, "Go in and tell them that I have something important to report."
The guards around him bowed respectfully, and then the leading sea creature turned around and walked quickly into the courtyard.
After a moment, the soldier walked out with silent steps.
After walking two steps in front of Guan Baozhu, he stopped, turned sideways, and spoke respectfully.
"Your Highness, please come in."
Only then was Guan Baozhu able to enter her husband's courtyard.
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