As he walked outside, lowering his head, he realized that something was a bit off.
The ground was actually black, without even a hint of weeds.
He hadn't really noticed on his way here.
He grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, brought it to his nose, and sniffed. There was an unpleasant acidic smell. This was supposed to be a farm, meaning there should be grass, and even cattle and sheep. Yet, around him, it was eerily silent, not the slightest sound.
"The ground is ruined?"
Sun Neng frowned, only able to surmise that the ground had been completely destroyed, reaching the point where not even a blade of grass could grow. But how it was done, he couldn't believe it was man-made.
Just then.
He saw a figure approaching from a distance, surrounded by a dense green mist, becoming more distinct as it got closer.
As if a thought struck him.
Sun Neng retreated into the factory, found the cellar's wooden board, lifted it, and hid inside.
Not long after.
