He walked a bit further towards the exit, and along the way, traces of human presence gradually increased.
Indeed, if enough time passes, everything can be erased.
But in such a cold and damp environment, merely four hundred years is not sufficient for plastic products to completely degrade.
Lv Bai stepped over the murky, foul-smelling puddle; the various debris piled on the roadside could no longer be identified. Some plastic bags that originally contained things were full of holes, their texture turning into tattered strips like worn cloth.
He slowed his breathing, planning to swiftly pass through this area filled with a corrupt stench.
The air along the way was filled with a thin mist, like a light gauze; not too thick, but it could somewhat affect visibility.
Fortunately, the writing on the signs hadn't completely worn off, preventing any worries of getting lost inside.
