Global Fog Survival

Chapter 66: The Little Girl’s Remains

“Uh… Number Nine, what happened?” Colin looked at the person beside Number Two. If he remembered correctly, it was Number Nine, the “Lamp Holder” of the Ninth Squad.

Currently, only the squad leaders had “names.” After dealing with the mutants, three war chariots had been dispatched to search for nearby mines, and it seemed they had found something. But judging by the expression on Number Nine’s face, it seemed unexpected.

“My Lord, the mine is about three kilometers from here. About a hundred meters inside, there was a collapse, blocking the way.”

“We didn’t see those survivors, but while passing through other parts of the forest, we found five groups of corpses, likely survivors…”

“Lamp Holder” Number Nine lowered his head slightly while reporting, not daring to look Colin directly in the eye, even though Colin had always been kind and never harsh to them. Being someone Colin had saved from death, he was sincerely loyal and didn’t want to take advantage of Colin’s kindness.

“Blocked…” Colin pondered for a moment and then asked, “Were those who died crushed to death? Can you tell how many people entered the cave? Are their lanterns still intact?”

Number Nine thought for a moment, then replied humbly with organized words: “Yes, my Lord, they were all crushed to death. Three of the bodies seem to have been searched; they had nothing on them. The items from the other two bodies are on my war chariot…

“The bodies were in bad shape, likely dead for a few hours. We saw the marks of weapons wielded by a lord-level aberration, so there should be no mistake.

“As for inside the cave, the survivor named Li Hang estimated there were about ten people…”

So it was the group from this morning, killed by a lord-level mutant… Colin continued to ask, “Were there any signs of a struggle in the mine?”

“No, my Lord.”

So at least there was no conflict during their assembly. But this group seems to have gone silent. Who knows what happened to them, or perhaps they were killed instantly… Colin nodded to himself. “I’ll check the supplies here and then go over there…”

“No problem, at your command, my Lord.”

“…You don’t always have to call me ‘my Lord.’ It might make our communication more convenient and… relaxed?”

“Understood, my Lord…”

“…”

Forget it… Colin smirked, looking at Number Nine’s nervous and tense posture, and decided to drop the correction. Every servant had their own unique personality, but without exception, they were all loyal to Colin.

Soon, the results of this small assistance mission were in:

Foul Tainted Blood: 534,987 ml

Ordinary Tainted Blood: 70,679 ml

Fog Points: 2,466

New Servants: 634

Steel Plates: 1,136

A vast amount of resources, which made Colin sigh at how profitable it was to be a good person… Of course, this income wasn’t his; he had been assisting everyone at a 1:5 price, staying true to his original intentions…

These items were exchanged by the dozen or so survivors under his command, all of whom were moved by Colin’s noble character and had donated their materials for him to manage.

Undoubtedly, Colin had led everyone to a period of blood resource abundance, so there was no immediate concern. Most of what Colin exchanged was for materials, not food. He had enough bread to crush a person without needing to steal from others.

After a quick calculation, Colin looked at the survivors present: “Get some glass; we can build two more war chariots. Who’s willing to donate their territory?”

Upon hearing this, their eyes lit up, and they eagerly volunteered to contribute to the group. Everyone knew that although their territories were surrendered, they retained no authority over them. However, Colin couldn’t operate so many chariots alone, so the management of the war chariots usually went to the corresponding survivors, essentially giving them a “free” chariot!

Generally, servants controlled the chariots, but when parked, the survivors had the opportunity to drive them. These chariots were powerful and certainly enjoyable to drive!

Not long after handing the materials to two enthusiastic volunteers and arranging a chariot to transport them, Colin descended from the chariot and looked at the Suffering Church. Under the illumination of six crimson headlights, it was clearly visible. The gray-white walls, blurred thorn patterns, and the lime on the ground all spoke of its antiquity.

At this moment, the church door remained slightly ajar, leaving a gap for one person to pass through. Footprints from a hasty escape the previous day were still visible on the ground. The pile of rotting flesh in front of the door had just been cleared by Number One.

However, a strong stench of rotting protein still permeated the area where the ground was soaked with putrid meat juices, making one feel nauseous and uncomfortable. It was the smell of corpses—unbearable even if one could physically tolerate it.

“Dig some soil to cover that area, then push the door fully open.”

“Yes.”

With everyone’s efforts, the soil was quickly filled, significantly reducing the stench. The church door was then swiftly opened, and the crimson headlights shone into the church simultaneously.

[You attempt to investigate the anomalies of the church, seeking the reason it can block lord-level mutants, but find nothing unusual in its existence. You vaguely sense that the aura emanating from the underground passage might be what restrains them.]

After some contemplation, Colin took a lantern filled with rare tainted blood and led several squads into the church, walking quickly towards the back of the hall on a dust-covered carpet. The automatic door-closing incident didn’t happen again since the “little girl” who had done all this was already dead.

From the door to the back of the church, it was about fifty meters, with many overturned and scattered benches on either side. Colin moved quickly, knowing there was no danger here. But just as he arrived, he suddenly noticed an unfamiliar skeleton under the twisted statue.

It was a scattered skeleton, with bones lying in disarray, but the white dress remained conspicuous. At this moment, Colin’s breath hitched, his scalp tingled, pupils contracted, and his left arm’s muscles slightly twitched with a faint pain. However, he quickly returned to normal.

“Is there any danger?” Sanna stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Colin. Her body glowed with a holy white light, ready for battle. However, her blue eyes scanned the area, but she couldn’t see any enemies.

“No, it’s just an enemy from yesterday, but I’ve already dealt with her.” Colin spoke while contemplating the situation.