Liang City.
"Actually, before entering Fog Gathering, I was always a staunch atheist."
Feng Xiuxue suddenly remarked with a sigh.
She turned her head to look at Gu Pingsheng, "Even now, I have a sense of unreality. This is clearly a material world, so why is there a space like Fog Gathering that can't be explained, and why are there those fierce ghosts that come out of nowhere and can't be resisted?"
Feng Xiuxue's expression was somewhat downcast, making her look particularly pitiful.
"Doctor Gu, do you think we can really leave Fog Gathering alive?"
Feng Xiuxue's voice held a trace of confusion, a trace of fear.
Gu Pingsheng looked at her calmly, "I understand how you feel, Miss Feng."
Then, he turned his head to look at this apartment building and said in a low voice, "I'm not a materialist, I believe that existence is reasonable, whether it's Fog Gathering or fierce ghosts. I think that one day, their existence will be explained."
