"Ah?" The rugged man suddenly widened his eyes.
He turned his head and glanced at the mist outside the window, then looked at the dense fog seeping through the car window, and hesitantly said, "Uncle Mete, are we really going down?"
But Mete didn't reply to him. As he spoke, Mete had already pushed open the car door and walked into the dense fog.
And as Mete left the car, the faint light that had been illuminating the car also disappeared.
The intense mist quickly began to cross the car window, rushing towards the interior of the vehicle.
The moment the mist touched him, a strong sense of fatigue surged into the rugged man's mind.
The rugged man immediately pushed open the car door, "Uncle Mete, wait for me!"
But before he could step out, the only thing meeting him was the dense fog.
At this moment, his body stiffened.
However, before his body stabilized, a faint glow pressed the dense fog aside, and Mete's face appeared in his field of view.
