Chapter 1601

Haier Bo once longed for sunshine.

However, when a person is buried underground and has been with the dark for thousands of years, many things will gradually get used to unknowingly.

Now he even hates the bright sun.

So now he likes this gray fog - this fog bred from a large number of incomplete souls can not only make a living corpse for him, but also filter out most of the annoying sunshine in the sky. Even in a clear day, it seemed as if there were dark clouds and a pleasant gloom.

"Ho..."

Suddenly, a passing corpse was probably crowded by other companions and stumbled into halbo. However, halbo obviously didn't care too much. He just grabbed and broke the neck of the living corpse, and then threw it aside at will.

The living corpse was obviously not dead... Or just breaking the neck bone was far more than returning it to the ranks of corpses.

I saw it lying on its back on the road, looking at the gray sky with empty eyes. Its mouth unconsciously opened and closed slightly, its throat agitated, and made a meaningless whisper.

These walking corpses like lost souls are a new batch of living corpses born after the previous explosion. The fog was stronger than before the explosion, so that the transformation of the living body no longer needed to start from the dead. A large number of Muggle residents in Kent shrouded in fog were killed overnight.

This is the biggest reason why the brova family spies did not even find a refugee who escaped from the fog area.

At present, countless newborn corpses are gathering silently towards halbo's position.

"Hiss -"

Suddenly, Haier Bo, standing in the street, raised his head, which was more and more ferocious because of the defect, suddenly opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

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

It can be seen that the fog he swallowed just now obviously plays a role in promoting the repair of his injury. Countless black granulations were wriggling at the huge wound on his body. If others saw him, they would definitely feel numb on his scalp for a while.

However, Haier Bo is still not satisfied.

He could not help shaking his head after opening his eyes and looking down at the wound.

"That kid McLean..."

As Maka guessed at that time, this demon body is indeed incomplete. After last night's hard resistance to the meteorite adventure, Maka's pursuit and the attack of Gryffindor's sword calculated in advance, this body has been fundamentally injured.

"But it's OK," said halber, stroking the granulation on the wound and smiling. "At least in terms of the results so far, everything is worth it."

Before the words fell, he saw him move away from the living body in front of him and continue to walk along the street.

"McLean, I'm waiting for you."

……

What happened in the huge fog in Kent is naturally unknown to the outside world, even the spies of brova castle and Sirius, who patrol the periphery every day.

So far, no one has dared to step into it easily.

"Creak -"

With a rather harsh sound, the door of the warehouse was opened a little, and Sirius returned with the team responsible for noon patrol.

"How's it going?"

Seeing Sirius coming in, Harry, who was sitting on the old sofa carefully wiping his sword, couldn't help raising his head and looking towards the door.

In fact, Gryffindor sword doesn't need maintenance, 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 much!"

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

"The surrounding of the foggy area is still the same, not even a personal shadow... I think those towns shrouded in fog can be determined to be completely occupied."

As he was saying this, he suddenly waved his hand again and turned to say:

"There's another thing... Hey, those cities around the fog area are beginning to evacuate residents - it's probably the order of the Muggle queen."

"Oh?" Harry nodded subconsciously. "It's also a good thing to remove innocent Muggle residents as soon as possible. There have been too many victims these days."

However, Sirius then turned his mouth, in a tone of sarcasm and helplessness.

"Where can they move?"

"But -"

Harry seemed to want to say something, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into a sigh. After a short silence, he remembered something again and asked:

"Is there any sign that the Muggle military is stationed on the edge of the fog?"

Sirius shook his head when he asked.

"Those Muggle leaders are struggling... According to Maka, they 'dare not' sink too deep in this disaster..."

"Isn't it deep enough?" Harry said incredulously. "Most of Kent is gone... If it's not deep, how can it be deep?"

But Sirius shrugged and spread his hands.

"To be honest, I don't know. After all, I don't know much about Muggle! However, Maka obviously has a deep understanding of Muggle world, and Kingsley... Let them think about it!"

"Oh... It's terrible to know something like this!" Harry thought, scratching his head. "Speaking of it, I can barely be regarded as Muggle origin! But when I think about it, I find that I don't seem to understand Muggle world at all."

"Don't worry," said Sirius, patting the Godson on the shoulder with a free and easy smile. "I'm born of pure blood, but how much do you think I know about the magic world? 'despicable halbo'? For me, it's just a character who can only appear in fairy tales!"

Taking himself as an example, he said calmly:

"We just need to try our best to do what we can do. Everyone is good at what everyone is good at and everyone has their responsibilities... Well, go and prepare! It's time for you to patrol later."