Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

In the face of such a disaster, there is no difference between the extraordinary and the ordinary.

Even though the giant dragon's corpse that was flying in the sky had been dead for so long, the terrifying aura emanating from it still made Mir feel lingering fear.

Not to mention, in the sky above the dragon's corpse, there were several even larger figures.

Amidst that terrifying wave of heads, there were countless writhing, grotesque faces.

Even the ground beneath their feet seemed a little strange at this moment.

It doesn't feel like soil when you step on it; it feels more like the skin of some kind of animal.

Sticky and cold.

But none of this stopped Mir from moving forward.

He simply held Andre Bell's hand and kept walking forward, while constantly watching Andre Bell's mental state.

Sometimes, Andrebel would suddenly try to break free from his hand, and his eyes would become filled with unusual fear when he looked at Mil.

"Darling, I am still me, don't be afraid."

Every time, Mil would comfort Andrebel, even though in Mil's eyes, the person he was holding was not Andrebel, but a highly decomposed corpse.

Fortunately, fortunately, the strange phenomenon will soon disappear where the soul lamp shines.

Anderbel, however, would recover each time Mil comforted her. She would look at Mil and feign strength, saying:

"Darling, you haven't changed. What has changed is your clothes. The clothes have turned into human skin, and they even have my mother's face on them."

Mil didn't answer, but squeezed Andrebel's hand even tighter.

The two traveled through the thick fog for about half an hour. The light of the soul lamp was very dim in the thick black fog, only illuminating a distance of five or six steps ahead.

Unable to discern the road, and unaware of where they were.

"arrive!"

Mir suddenly stopped, his words carrying an indescribable sense of relaxation and relief.

Andrebel stopped and looked in the direction Mil had indicated. A few meters in front of them, there was an orange-red flame.

That was the glow of the town gates of Norton!

That was the light of the Soul Lamp.

That means it's safe!

Andre Bell instinctively looked at Mil with delight and exclaimed:

"My dear, Soul Lamp! Let's hurry there, perhaps there are other survivors!"

But just as Andrebel was about to walk forward, Mil suddenly pulled him back.

"That's not a soul lamp!"

The next moment, as Mir's voice fell, the ground in front of Andrei collapsed instantly.

Looking down, I saw a crack that had appeared in the ground, and inside the crack were two rows of sharp, yellowish, fine teeth.

Many severed limbs still clung to the teeth, and the "soul lamp" that had been lit earlier had now slightly shifted its position.

Then, the crack in the ground began to wriggle slightly, chasing after the direction in which the "fake soul lamp" had left.

Mir looked at the departing "fake soul lamp" with a somewhat solemn expression.

It was a creature similar to an anglerfish, hiding in the soil in a way that Mil couldn't understand, using "false soul lamps" to lure survivors and then devouring them!

After the creature left, the gates of Norton Town only vaguely appeared some distance away from the two.

However, the spirit lamps on the city gate had long since been extinguished.

The city was in complete ruin.

Blood, blood everywhere.

The dried bloodstains were scattered almost everywhere.

"It seems we need to prepare for the worst."

Anderbel nodded, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a silence, numbness, and... longing!

Mir didn't observe Andrebel's changing expression; he simply raised the Soul Lamp and shone it around.

At the edge of the soul lamp's light, the outlines of the streets on both sides can be vaguely seen.

Even though only one night had passed, the streets were almost completely different from before.

The once tidy streets are now twisted and dilapidated, and the trimmed trees all around, under the influence of the black mist, have twisted trunks reaching out towards the living.

As Mir looked at the writhing flesh on those things, he felt nauseous.

The reason he was able to discover that the soul lamp was fake was because flesh and blood were also wriggling on it.

Even within the area illuminated by his own soul lamp, there was not a trace of flesh or blood.

However, Mir didn't look at it for long; he only glanced at it a few times before looking away.

After all, the rules had reminded him not to look directly at flesh-covered objects for extended periods.

After looking away, the slight dizziness immediately began to subside from my mind.

"Honey, where do we go now? Should we go straight to gather supplies? This place has become like this; I'm afraid not many people will survive."

Anderbel whispered to Mil.

"No, don't rush. I've agreed to the request of the owner of this golden ray. We need to do what needs to be done. Let's go to the church."

Andrebel did not disobey Mil's words. She simply nodded and followed behind Mil, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings as she walked towards the church.

The two continued onward, and after walking for a while in the thick, sticky black fog, a blurry outline appeared in the fog ahead.

It looked like a small wooden cabin, even more dilapidated than the shell above Mill's basement.

The roof had already collapsed halfway, and the door panels were hanging crookedly on the door frame.

But from inside the wooden house, a weak cry could be heard.

Hearing the voice, Mir slowed his pace slightly.

The two stopped about ten steps away from the wooden house and raised the soul lamp.

Above the door frame of the wooden house hung a extinguished soul lamp, and even the soul lamp had a crack.

At that moment, a voice came from the crack in the half-open door of the wooden house.

"Andrebel, is that you?"

The voice was soft and weak, but it revealed a gentleness that came from the very core of the being.

Mil didn't recognize the voice, but he noticed that Andrebel's body tensed up suddenly.

Even the fingers gripping his hand tightened their hold.

"Andrebel..."

The voice inside the cabin called out again, tinged with surprise and joy.

"Andelle! It's me, it's Mom!"

Sure enough, after that sound fell...

Andre Bell's breathing became rapid.

Mil glanced back at her; her face appeared exceptionally pale under the light of the Soul Lamp, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something, but the sound stuck in her throat.

"Don't answer!"

Mil whispered to Andrebel:

That's not your mother!

Anderbel snapped back to reality and swallowed back the reply that was about to come out of his mouth.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, her eyes were fixed on the crack in the wooden cabin door, and her eyes were a little red, but she didn't make a sound.