Around them, white fog had risen up without anyone knowing when.
The fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to see one's own hand in front of them.
What was more terrifying was the sound of a baby crying that occasionally came from behind the white mist, sometimes mournful, sometimes shrill, giving everyone a feeling that made their skin crawl.
Fan Zhidong was already injured. Although his body was no longer in serious condition, healing Lao Qi had drained a lot of his energy. Last night, he let other bodyguards guard outside while he curled up and fell asleep inside the cave.
At this moment, hearing the sound, he quickly climbed up in alarm.
He looked outside and his face changed drastically, "Be alert!"
As Fan Zhidong's voice fell, his body had already leapt to the entrance of the cave, observing the outside.
But even with his excellent vision, Fan Zhidong found that he couldn't see even a meter ahead.
