C1961 Hopeless fruit

Under the dim light, he could vaguely see the humanoid figure wrapped in the black mist. He twisted his body like a baby who had just struggled out of a thin film, stood up little by little, twisted his neck and limbs, stepped out of the black mist with one foot, then two hooks tore the black mist apart, and walked out.

Leng Bing stared at this person with a little familiarity