Ye Cheng let everyone stop. He picked up a piece of wet soil and put it on the tip of his nose. It smelled like blood. He tapped on his ear, and four others found that communication had lost its function since they entered the fog.

Ye Cheng pointed out that one person kept up with himself, leaving three people on the defensive. Entering the deep fog, the grey shadow gradually reveals the prototype, a Liberation truck.

"Isn't this the truck that took us into the mountains? Why are you here?

Ye Cheng jumped into the car and inspected it for a while. The whole body seemed to have been...