Fog Survival

Nervously, Qi Yuan kicked the flying figure away.

He was really helpless. Recently, he often encountered things like opening the door to kill. Teleportation has become less safe, so he has to be on guard.

The others were also shocked. After looking at the figure that was kicked away, they found that it was the old village chief.

However, the old village chief was vomiting blood at this time, lying on the ground with more inhalation than exhalation, and looked like he was dying.

"What's going on?"

Qi Yuan looked around and was stunned by the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but say secretly: "It's really a small world, and... the area is so large!"

The expressions of the others were also very different. They were stunned by the scene that came into their eyes, staring blankly at the surrounding environment, and immersed in it for a while.

The white clouds floating in the sky make people feel inexplicably peaceful. The green hills in the distance are shrouded in mist, and you can see the houses built in them.

A river flows out of the hills, the water is clear, and there are fish and shrimps swimming in it. The surrounding green grass thrives on the ground, and flutters freely when the breeze blows.

And at a glance, you can almost see the border, which shows how large the area of ​​this small world is.

Even at first glance, Qi Yuan thought that this was a complete and real world!

The environment here is too perfect, with sunshine, sky, white clouds, grass, hills, water...all environmental governance is available.

"It's incredible!"

After everyone sighed at the surrounding environment, they retracted their eyes from a distance and looked at the situation in front of them.

Standing in front of everyone were dozens of figures, all looking over coldly, with a vigilant look.

Among this group of people, there were nine old village chiefs and a few unfamiliar faces.

But it can be vaguely seen that the two sides do not seem to be in a cooperative relationship, and may even be hostile, and the two sides have already started fighting before everyone entered.

The old village chief who flew over is the best proof.

And judging from the situation, the old village chief and others seem to be in trouble and are not the opponent of the other side.

This is very scary.

The old village chief and others are a full 9 perfect-level survivors. This force is first-class and powerful no matter where it is placed.

What's more, judging from the appearance of the opposite side, the ones who fought are also humans, and there are no beasts, puppets, etc.

What does this mean?

Everyone knows it well! The perfect-level humans on the opposite side seem to be no less than the old village chief and others.

"Humph, there are helpers!"

An angry voice came, and a middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes on the opposite side stared at him fiercely.

Everyone looked at each other, and they didn't understand the situation for a while.

"Who are these people? Why are they fighting with the old village chief?"

"Could there be other forces entering here?"

"It's possible! The strongest forces of mankind are already here, how could there be another..."

Qi Yuan's eyes flickered, and he kept thinking about various possibilities in his mind.

Could it be that other hidden forces followed in secretly and entered here, and then appeared to rob at this time?

But the probability is too small. No one else has appeared along the way. How could they suddenly appear here?

Moreover, this strength is so strong that it is a bit scary!

The nine perfect-level masters including the old village chief are all their opponents?

Then there is one last possibility!

Maybe... they live here? !

Qi Yuan's thinking eyes showed a trace of horror. He looked at the people in front of him with some disbelief and carefully studied their appearance.

They are no different from humans, but the clothes they wear are all high-quality coarse linen clothes, and the style is also different from humans.

But surprisingly, the language they spoke did not seem to be Chinese, nor any other language on earth.

The reason why I could understand them just now was because they used a special method: using consciousness to spread sound.

It was similar to communicating with wild animals. Even if the language was not the same, they could understand each other.

"Could it be... that there are still humans living in this small world?"

Qi Yuan looked at him in doubt. The information came too suddenly, making him a little at a loss.

On the opposite side, another tall man stood up and said loudly: "Who are you? Why did you break into our home? What do you want to do?"

This sentence completely proved all my guesses.

They are indeed humans living here!

At this time, the old village chief and others also shouted loudly: "Don't stand there, come and help us, as long as we clean them all up..."

Qi Yuan didn't bother to listen to what they said. These old guys were so bad that they couldn't believe a word they said.

Besides, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the old village chief is obviously the enemy.

With such strength, who dares to act rashly?

The most important thing is that everyone knows what to rob and what benefits they have. They actually want to use them to fight? I'm afraid they are out of their minds!

After a few people looked at each other, no one took action, but instead set their eyes on Zhang Zhongyue.

Zhang Zhongyue sighed, took a step forward and said, "Everyone, there may be some misunderstandings. We are not in the same group with this group of people."

"Are we in the same group? Do you think we will believe it?" The man in coarse linen clothes still looked alert and looked trusting.

"Although we came here together, we do not belong to the same force. It was also a coincidence that we came here. I hope you will not be surprised!" Zhang Zhongyue continued to explain.

Mr. Zhang's gentle words, although they did not completely let them down, also made the situation much more peaceful.

The man in the coarse linen asked coldly: "Tell me, why did you come in?"

Zhang Zhongyue couldn't answer this question for a while.

What are you doing here?

To rob things? To search the house? To sweep the eighth-level shelter?

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Zhongyue did not answer the question. He asked spontaneously: "Everyone, do you know your identity? Or our identity?"

The man opposite was obviously stunned and muttered to himself: "Our identity? Your identity?"

While he was hesitating, a beautiful middle-aged young woman next to him, with a shrewd look in her eyes, said: "We have lived here for generations and are native to this world. Who are you?"

Zhang Zhongyue frowned. What the other party said did not seem to be false. From the current situation, they did not seem to be outsiders.

"Then do you know the outside world? For example, the shelter? The foggy world? The system? The beast?"

These words made the people on the opposite side look at each other in bewilderment. They seemed to understand these contents, but they only knew half of them.

The man in the coarse linen clothes said: "Shelter... refers to our world, right?"

Zhang Zhongyue's eyes turned, and then he asked: "Is this your shelter?"