C1115 Mob

Fog, ghosts hitting the walls, it sounded like a fantasy story. But it was happening, and all the communications in the town were dead. Even the telephone lines were dead.

When he heard Wang Weilin talk about his companion's death, especially Cai Hui, Lin Feng thought of a lively and pretty girl. As for the other two, they didn't think much of it.

For some reason