Wu Pifu seriously carried out the task that Beelzebub had asked of him.
Although it looked somewhat ridiculous, he trusted Beelzeb, so he didn’t mind doing it.
Of course, after doing all this, there was no change in the surroundings—nor was there likely to be any.
Otherwise, this wouldn’t be some creepy mystery story but rather a laughable absurdity.
At that moment, Wu Pifu didn’t dwell on it too much and just kept waiting, waiting for the Lost Pollution that might appear next.
It was about four o’clock in the early morning.
According to previous experience, once dawn broke, the Lost Pollution phenomenon would drastically subside.
Although many other Resistance fighters were hit by the Lost Pollution even during daylight—such as those deserted convoys—when Wu Pifu was with these artificials, they hadn’t been attacked during the day.
So all that was needed now was to survive until daytime; at least most of them could survive.
That was Wu Pifu’s plan.
As for testing the Lost Pollution, well, life was always more important.
He understood that clearly.
As time passed, the three little animals had once again fallen asleep.
Wu Pifu sensed something strange again.
Opening his eyes, he shook the three pendants off his body onto the ground, then took a step and walked over to an artificial human nearby.