Mu Ran made the squirrel stop rolling forward when it reached the very edge of the distance their eyes could penetrate through the foggy zone, barely a brown silhouette now amidst the gray haze. A couple of minutes passed in silence as they observed its state.
Suddenly, the squirrel began to squirm.
Then, under their shocked gaze, the squirming turned into a series of uncontrollable seizures. It clutched its throat and began to screech in panic, making Mu Ran panic in turn.
He immediately made a gesture to drag it back from the fog. But by the time it rolled back to them, its eyes had gone completely white, face covered with blood-splattered froth and stinking pus.
Han Xuhan and Mu Ran exchanged a nervous look. If the fog was so poisonous to living creatures, how were the people inside it moving around so vigorously? The shouts they were hearing didn't seem to be struggling the way the squirrel had.
