In the sewer.
Chen Yuanshan held the white smelling salt, gasping heavily.
He looked back once more.
The pitch-black sewer was like a silent monster, silently devouring, with its mouth open wide.
No Mutant Walkers were pursuing.
Song Wen's plan had worked.
"Uncle Yuan Shan, I have a plan, listen to me," Song Wen's voice resonated in Chen Yuanshan's mind, crystal clear.
"My talent ability is Paper Art." While speaking, Song Wen opened the briefcase he carried with him.
Inside the briefcase, there was a thick stack of white paper.
No wonder hitting people with it hurt so much.
Song Wen quickly continued, "While they are still far from us and can't see us clearly, I intend to create confusion and mislead them."
Song Wen's plan sounded simple.
Using his Paper Art talent, he would cut out a suitable silhouette, letting a paper figure pretend to be a real person to divert their attention.
But that was clearly not enough.
