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  Chapter 136 Mausoleum City of Fog 9

   This reaction is big enough.

  Hu Bu often trembled from fright.

   "What is my identity is not what you should ask."

  Fu Anan thought about the appearance of the big villain she had seen on TV, and pinched his collar evilly and charmingly, "Sotis people can live longer by pretending to be deaf and dumb."

  After the warning, Fu Anan let go of Hu Buchang's hand, returned to his room inscrutablely, and slamd the door shut.

  The next mont, he quickly locked the door and touched his bouncing little heart.

   Ahhh, I didn't expect that kid to be a player! He almost discovered his identity as a player.

  Fortunately, she reacted quickly and fired an agent character, and she didn't know if she could fool Hu Buchang.

  Thinking of what Hu Buchang said just now, Fu Anan pondered slightly.

   Players are more dangerous than NPCs.

   This is what Fu Anan discovered from the first round of the ga, and it was confird by Ye Changfei.

   Fu Anan, who was standing at the door, thought for a while, and looked out of the door through the cat's eyes worriedly.

  Hu Buchang has already left.

  Thinking of the people who ca with him, since Hu Buchang is a player, what about his companions?

   There is a high probability that it is also the identity of the player.

   Thinking of this, Fu Anan frowned, in this case, she needs to be more careful in her activities.

   It was precisely because of this that Fu Anan began to pay attention to the movent on the other side, consciously or unconsciously.

   They are only now starting to stockpile supplies.

  Food, dicine, water, etc. will be delivered by the hotel staff in the afternoon.

   Seeing this, Fu Anan shook his head. If they had prepared earlier, they wouldn't have been so eye-catching.

   Just as Fu Anan was thinking, there was a violent collision sound downstairs.

  The window was blurry, and it was obvious that there must be another car accident without looking.

  Only today, there were at least 30 car accidents, the traffic in the whole city was paralyzed, and tens of thousands of people were trapped on the street.

  On the foggy street...

  Fu Anan glanced at the white mist outside, then closed the window and opened the social forum.

   At this ti, many people who were trapped on the avenue started a live broadcast.

  The fog made the line of sight only one ter. The live broadcasters wore masks and did not dare to stay too far away from their cars.

  Because it was far away, I couldn't tell the direction at all.

  There was obvious anxiety and impatience on their faces, "Soone here has fainted. Now every avenue is blocked, and the road to the hospital is still far away. We urgently need help."

  The Internet is basically full of live broadcasts of this kind of help.

  The whole city is paying attention to this issue.

  Internet celebrities and big Vs also started reposting, and all the news was reported.

  By the ti Fu Anan fell asleep, the traffic problem was still unresolved, and sixty to seventy people had fainted in the fog.

  The process of sending them to the hospital is also extrely difficult.

  The sixth day of Mausoleum.

   Fu Anan turned on the TV as soon as she woke up.

  The above content has changed, and all channels are broadcasting ergency announcents.

  The host on TV was sitting upright, seriously warning everyone to go out and stay away from the fog.

   If you must pass by, you must take defensive asures.

  Yesterday, nearly a thousand people fainted for no reason in the mist.

  According to relevant family mbers, these people fainted and convulsed all over their bodies, their bodies beca hot and their skin turned purple, and their heartbeats were extrely slow, as if they would die in the next mont.

  The doctor was helpless.

  People call this strange symptom the sleeping virus.

  Various dia channels are spreading this issue. Except for people in protective clothing, no one dares to walk into the fog.

  Fu Anan looked at the unconscious man secretly fild on the phone. The whole body convulsed and twitched, even if it was only for a few seconds, people could feel the severe pain he was experiencing at that ti.

  

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