The King of Black Fog

Buzz, buzz, buzz—the black cloud rolled once more, pouncing towards a terrified woman.

Li Qianxia's speed burst forth, he scooped up the woman and ran, and the black cloud missed its target, turning to pounce toward a small child instead.

No sooner had Li Qianxia put the person down than he kicked off the ground and shot out again, snatching the child away as he grazed past the black cloud.

The black cloud ascended to the ceiling, and the soldiers urgently opened fire, but shooting the dense swarm of mosquitoes was like poking a comforter with needles—what good did it do if it pierced through?

When the black cloud swooped down, the soldiers hesitated to pull the trigger, afraid of harming ordinary people.

The chubby owner picked up a table board, no, upon closer inspection, it was the Crab Boxing Gloves clamping onto the board, roaring as he furiously smashed into the swarm.

With one strike, the tabletop was smeared with blood.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Suddenly the black cloud scattered into five groups, swooping toward various parts of the restaurant.

The sound of gunfire, mosquito buzzing, and screams merged into chaos.

"Mu Rong!" Zheng Qing suddenly yelled out.

Mu Rong was squatting on the ground, comforting a child hiding in the cabinet, scared and unwilling to run away, who kicked back at anyone trying to pull him out.

Just as the child calmed down and reached out his hand to Mu Rong, he suddenly covered his ears and let out a shrill scream.

The child's reaction and Zheng Qing's voice made Mu Rong instinctively look back, only to see the rolling black cloud approaching, and as it got closer, the forefront already bared their proboscises.

Her face turned pale, she felt a compression at her side, and before she knew it, she was swept away in a waist embrace.

The female celebrity paused, then quickly shouted, "That child!"

The black cloud that missed Mu Rong buzzed and swooped toward the child inside the cabinet.

Li Qianxia, without looking back, fled with the female celebrity in his arms, shouting, "Brother!"

"Am I handsome!" A loud shout, earth-shattering.

Even in critical situations, Li Changzhou couldn't escape the awkwardness; when he first exchanged for this skill, he thought: it was just him, his sister, and Yang Qinglan, and saying this phrase was simply to alleviate the Crisis Sense and lighten the mood.

But now...

There were still over 100 people in the cafeteria.

The first to respond to Li Changzhou was the black cloud; they paused for a second and then "buzzed!" exploded, rushing toward him like hungry tigers going for the kill.

The rolling black cloud was like water rushing down a drain, swarming over him.

With so many mosquitoes, Li Changzhou couldn't handle them and had to rely on "Earth Tunneling."

But it wasn't necessary.

A sudden gust of gale and heavy rain appeared before him, and when the black cloud plunged into it, they were wiped out in five or six seconds.

It wasn't just the swarm that was infuriated by "Am I handsome," but also the black mosquito soldiers.

With everyone's attention on the black cloud and without Yang Qinglan's "Call the Wind and Rain," the spaces between the 22nd and the 21st floors were unobstructed.

"Buzz!" A mosquito turned into an afterimage, its sharp steel spear stabbing forth.

"Do you have an appointment?" Li Changzhou grabbed the steel spear with his left hand and asked it.

"You want to meet Miss Yang without an appointment?" He smashed the mosquito and spear into the ground, then delivered a punch with his right hand.

The black mosquito soldier's head was pierced through.

Li Changzhou dropped the mosquito's body, squeezing his right hand, feeling the sticky sensation.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" Three more black mosquito soldiers surged forward.

"Great Strength Bull Fist!" Li Changzhou splashed his hands out like water, his movements so tight not even a breeze could get through.

Every punch he delivered came with the sensation of skin, muscle, and blood, unmatched by his 10 Strength points.

The three black mosquito soldiers were instantly killed.

More black mosquito soldiers came down from the passage, the duration and effect of "Am I handsome" depended on the Charm of the one who released it.

What Charm did Li Changzhou have?

The designated protagonist and antagonist boss of the survival game.

Every black mosquito soldier that came down, one by one, pounced toward him.

This time, without waiting for Li Changzhou to make a move, Yang Qinglan, who had cleared the black cloud, looked over, and the leading black mosquito soldier backpedaled, immediately causing a pile-up.

These black mosquito soldiers all fell to the ground, like a pile of "Mosquito-style Dominoes".

Zheng Qing and the others took the opportunity to open fire, the rat-a-tat of the submachine guns mercilessly tearing through the black mosquitoes' corpses.

Soon, no more black mosquito soldiers rushed down, and a pile of bodies formed a small hill in front of the passageway, looking both spectacular and tragic.

The 21st floor quieted down, followed by a chorus of crying.

There were cries of relief as well as cries of sadness and pain, while the acrid smoke in the air slowly dissipated.

Zheng Qing didn't care about these things; her mission was to rescue people and eliminate the mother mosquito. She gave the rescue team leader a meaningful glance.

"What are you waiting for, get moving!" the rescue team leader urged his subordinates.

Zheng Qing contacted Tang Yijun through her earpiece, asking about the situation on the 22nd floor.

Li Qianxia ran over, avoiding the wet mess of dead black clouds on the ground, and boastfully said, "Bro, I saved eight!"

"Not bad, when we get back, you can treat me to hot and spicy soup," Li Changzhou affirmed her achievement.

"Wouldn't it be bad to treat just me to hot and spicy soup? You should at least invite Qing Lan, too. After this battle, you'll have fifty thousand..."

Li Qianxia stopped mid-sentence, asking, "What are you looking at?", and turned her head to look back in the direction her brother was staring.

There was nothing there, just a body that had been drained of blood by the black clouds.

In Li Changzhou's eyes, there was nothing extra either, only that the black fog (Li Changzhou's Black Fog) suddenly took flight, turning into a black cloud that swept past the cafeteria, like a black veil falling over the desiccated corpse.

Was this learning from the mosquito swarm?

As he thought this, the black fog disappeared as if absorbed by the desiccated corpse.

The desiccated corpse shook and swayed, and without anything to leverage, it stood up straight, its back to Li Changzhou.

A timid man, looking around in fright, caught a glimpse of it and let out a near-hysterical scream.

"What happened?!" Zheng Qing asked instinctively, her hand releasing the earpiece.

The man, scared limp to the floor, pointed to the desiccated corpse with trembling hands due to fear.

"On alert!"

In an instant, all firearms except those guarding the stairway to the 22nd floor were aimed at the desiccated corpse.

"It's the zombie virus! Definitely the zombie virus!" someone else exclaimed in terror.

With that said, Zheng Qing immediately tensed up.

If it really was a virus, it wasn't just a matter of whether or not to destroy this office building; the entire Ming City would be in peril.

The desiccated corpse twisted its head and then steadied its skull with a hand giving a hard twist.

There was a snap.

Now facing Li Changzhou.

The ordinary people who hadn't managed to leave let out another chorus of panicked screams.

The desiccated corpse walked towards them. Not looking at its face, it was walking backward, but looking at the face... It wasn't clear if it was walking forwards or backwards.

Perhaps unused to its body, its movements were jerky, frame by frame. This stiffness only added to the chilling sensation.

"Cat Head!" a soldier asked Zheng Qing for instructions.

"Let me think," Zheng Qing said, watching the desiccated corpse approach step by step, her mind in chaos.

Would shooting it down kill it?

Would killing it spread the virus?

Should they attempt to freeze it?

Luckily, the cafeteria was large. The desiccated corpse was not only slow but also far away, giving her enough time to think.

In the end, she decided to seek guidance from a higher authority.

"Brother, I'll... I'll treat you to hot and spicy soup," Li Qianxia hid behind her brother, scared of ghosts.

"Are there parasites in the mosquito blood that can control the host, or can the mother mosquito control a life that has had its blood sucked?" Yang Qinglan was also pondering.

Li Changzhou's expression was serious, his demeanor grave, focusing intently on the desiccated corpse.

He couldn't control it.