Lu Feng reached out to wipe the dust on the mirror. He wiped off one layer but there was another layer below. The dust seemed to grow inside the mirror. The mirror was always foggy, distorting their figures into a black mass.

An Zhe saw this and suddenly remembered when he climbed the wall of the outer city. The sand had fallen down but sand was still inside, as if the wall had become a mixture of sand and steel.

Lu Feng no longer looked at the mirror. His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced over the large and small makeup tools. Finally, he reached out and grabbed a pair of long, rusty tweezers. No, they weren’t tweezers because the metal tweezers had already come in contact with a plastic eyebrow trimmer. They were glued together and the ‘X’ shaped cross-linked parts were integrated into one in a seamless manner. It was unclear if it was steel, plastic or a brand new material that humans didn’t know about.

Xi Bei’s fingers trembled and the comb fell to the dusty ground.

“This city…” he said. “Is there anything strange? We… let’s go.”

“It isn’t this city,” Lu Feng told him.

He stared at the glued tweezers and eyebrow trimmer and declared, “The engine.”

These words were like a thunderbolt. There were complex mechanical structures inside the engine and once the delicate structures were damaged—

If the interior of the engine also experienced a weird fusion and changed like this comb, the plane crash was destined.

An Zhe leaned over and picked up the comb. He couldn’t see any traces of stitching and the carvings on the handle were chaotic and crazy. It was unknown how they mixed together, like the tentacles of the black handwriting in the flight manual.

An Zhe’s eyes became bigger. Suddenly, the words that Madam Lu had spoken when she transformed into a queen bee flying in the boundless sky filled his ears. She had said, “Human genes are too weak to perceive what is happening in the world.”

“We will all die. All work is futile. It just proves the insignificance and powerlessness of humanity.”

These thoughts crossed An Zhe’s mind like lightning flashed across the sky.

If, if… when people and monsters, or monsters and monsters had a spatial overlap or proximity, genetic contamination would occur—no, this was wrong, completely wrong.

“Genes…” he muttered. “It isn’t genes…”

The problem wasn’t the genes at all. Humans thought that genetic modification was the root cause of the pollution. However, pollution was the mixing and reorganization of the flesh and blood between a living thing and living thing. Their own characteristics had changed but this change was done through genetic changes.