Chapter 1600 "I'm Waiting for You"

Haierbo used to yearn for sunshine too.

However, when a person is buried in the ground and has been with the darkness for thousands of years, there are many things that people will gradually get used to without knowing it.

Today, he even hates the bright sun a little bit.

So now he likes this gray mist very much—this kind of mist bred from a large number of mutilated souls can not only create living corpses for him, but also filter out most of the annoying sunlight in the sky. Even on a clear day, it looks like dark clouds, comfortingly gloomy.

"Hey..."

Suddenly, a passing living corpse was probably squeezed by other companions, and staggered towards Hai Erbo. But Haierbo obviously didn't pay much attention to it, he just grabbed and twisted the neck of the living corpse, and then casually threw it aside.

The living corpse was obviously not dead...or in other words, just breaking the neck bone was far more than allowing it to return to the ranks of corpses.

I saw it lying on its back on the road, looking blankly at the gray sky above. Its mouth opened and closed slightly unconsciously, its throat was agitated, and it let out a meaningless moan.

These walking corpses who seem to have lost their souls are all new batches of living corpses born after the previous explosion. The denser fog than before the explosion made it no longer necessary to start the transformation of the living corpse from the dead, and a large number of Muggle residents in Kent who were shrouded in fog were killed overnight.

And this is the biggest reason why the spies of the Bulova family didn't even find a refugee who escaped from the foggy area.

Right now, countless newborn living corpses are silently gathering towards Haierbo's position.

"hiss--"

Suddenly, Haierbo, who was standing on the street, raised his head which was more ferocious due to the defect, opened his mouth suddenly and took a deep breath.

At that moment, a large amount of gray fog seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and it went straight into his abyss-like throat. More than ten seconds passed before he stopped swallowing the mist, and stood silently for a moment with his eyes slightly closed.

It can be seen that the gray fog he swallowed just now obviously has the effect of promoting the recovery of his injuries. Countless black granulation sprouts were constantly wriggling around the huge wound on his body. If others saw it, they would definitely feel their scalp numb for a while.

but,

Haierbo was still not satisfied.

It was seen that after he opened his eyes and looked down at the wound, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"That kid McLean..."

As Maca guessed at the time, this demon body was indeed incomplete. And after last night's risky confrontation with the meteorite, Maca's subsequent pursuit, and the blow of Gryffindor's sword that was calculated in advance, this body has been injured to the root.

"But it's okay," Haierbo said with a smile, stroking the granulation on the wound, "at least judging from the results obtained so far, everything is worthwhile."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw him casually pushing away the living corpses in front of him, and continued walking along the street.

"McLean, I'm waiting for you."

...

What happened in the huge fog in Kent, the outside world naturally still has no way of knowing, even the spies from Fort Blois and Sirius and the others who patrol the outer perimeter every day are the same.

So far, no one has dared to set foot in it easily.

"Crunch—"

Accompanied by a rather ear-piercing sound, the warehouse door was slightly opened, and Sirius returned with the team in charge of the noon patrol.

"how is the situation?"

Seeing Sirius come in, Harry, who was sitting on the old sofa carefully wiping his sword, raised his head and looked towards the door.

In fact, the sword of Gryffindor does not need to be maintained, because it will always remain as bright as a silver mirror. It can be said that what Harry wants to wipe is probably not the sword in his hand, but his heart.

"not so good!"

Sirius asked everyone to go to rest, while he himself sat down next to Harry, crossed his legs and narrowed his eyes, saying:

"The surrounding area of ​​the mist area is still the same, there are no people... I think that the towns shrouded in mist can be determined to be completely occupied."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly waved his hand again, and then said:

"There's another thing... Hey, those cities around the foggy area have begun to evacuate their residents - probably the order of the Muggle Queen."

"Oh?" Harry nodded subconsciously when he heard the words, "It's also a good thing to remove the innocent Muggle residents as soon as possible. In recent days, there have been too many victims."

However, Sirius curled his lips accordingly, his tone seemed to be sarcasm, but also seemed helpless.

"Where can they move to?"

"but--"

Harry seemed to want to say something, but the words turned into a sigh after all. After being silent for a while, he seemed to remember something again, and asked:

"Is there any sign of a Muggle military stationed at the edge of the mist?"

Listening to his question, Sirius immediately shook his head.

"Those Muggle leaders are struggling... According to Maca, they 'dare not' to get too deep into this disaster..."

"Isn't this deep enough?" Harry said in disbelief, "Most of Kent County! It's gone... If this is not 'deep', how can it be 'deep'?" 'Woolen cloth?"

But Sirius shrugged and spread his hands.

"To be honest, I don't know either. After all, I don't know much about Muggle affairs! However, Maca obviously has a deeper understanding of the Muggle world, and that guy Kingsley... Let them figure it out!"

"Oh... such a half-knowledgeable feeling is really terrible!" Harry thought about it, and couldn't help scratching his head vigorously, "Speaking of which, I can barely be considered a Muggle-born! But think about it carefully , only to find that I don’t seem to understand anything about the Muggle world at all.”

"Don't worry about it," Sirius reached out and patted the godson's shoulder, and said with a free and easy smile, "I'm a pure-blood through and through, but how much do you think I know about the magic world? 'Despicable Haibo'? To me, that's just a character that only appears in fairy tales!"

Taking himself as an example first, he calmly said:

"We just need to try our best to do what we can do. Everyone has their own strengths, and everyone has their responsibilities...Okay, let's get ready! It's time for you to go on patrol in a while gone."