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Chapter 480: The Fog That Makes People Pale and Powerless!

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    The opportunity is fleeting!

    Almost immediately after I yelled, I yelled, "Jump!"

    Boom!

    The angry mutated catfish smashed the raft to pieces with two powerful whiskers!

    But fortunately we were in mid-air, we responded in time, and we flew to the other side with our strength.

    At the same time, Qingli nimbly jumped onto my shoulder, and the mutated catfish also crashed into the water.

    Boom!

    I sank into my dantian, landed firmly on the ground, and grabbed Mo Shan who was staggering.

    "Good job." I stroked Qingli's hair, watched the catfish constantly moving in the water, and slowly raised the corners of my mouth.

    Its strength has indeed become stronger, but it is still a beast.

    "Thank you, Third Master."

    Mo Shan arched his hands at me, I waved and said.

    "Let's go."

    The two of us put our backpacks on our backs and continued to move forward according to the position on the purse.

    It was just a small episode just now, but this episode gave me a wake-up call!

    Today's world must be different, there is no doubt about it.

    Nearly nine o'clock in the evening, a thick fog appeared in front of us.

    In one step forward, it will completely enter the fog range.

    Mo Shan and I stopped, I took out the Yitong, and told Mo Shan to tell.

    "We hold hands and speak up in time if we have any questions."

    Mo Shan nodded and took the line.

    Just as Mo Shan said, after entering the range of fog, I suddenly felt my own aura, and the internal force in my dantian was suppressed.

    The internal force is still being swallowed by the mist.

    Feeling the humidity coming towards my face, I looked down at the purse in my hand and frowned slightly.

    Although our location is still displayed as a red dot, it is also shrouded in fog on the map of the purse.

    The center of the Heavenly Corpse Land appears and disappears from time to time, making my face a little ugly.

    The map on the purse will be updated in real time according to the environment?

    I really didn't expect this.

    "Third Master, what's the matter?"

    Mo Shan asked softly beside him, with a hint of tension in his voice.

    The fog in front of my eyes was too thick, and the flashlight could only illuminate a range of about three meters around my body, and my vision was a vast expanse of whiteness.

    The atmosphere was also lifeless, as if all sounds had been absorbed by the mist.

    In addition, none of us know what will be ahead. At this time, tension is inevitable.

    What's more terrible is our speed. Now there is fog on the purse, which will undoubtedly be difficult for the next trip.

    No wonder Ning An said that he wanted me to prepare for the funeral. In such an environment, the danger that we usually don't care about may kill us!

    Sight!  senses!  strength!

    All three were blocked, and even I was a little bit at a loss.

    How to go here?

    "Mo Shan, feel it carefully." I said with a serious expression.

    Mo Shan was startled slightly and asked.

    "Third Master, what do you feel?"

    "My breath."

    A few seconds later, Mo Shan exclaimed.

    "Third Master, if we hadn't held hands, I wouldn't even be able to feel your presence? Is this the effect of the fog?"

    I nodded and explored the road ahead with a wooden stick.

    "I think when you came last time, the mist was so weird, but this time it was infinitely magnified and weird, Mo Shan, the map on the purse can't give us much information, we can only feel it now, so  Be careful."

    Mo Shan responded twice, and we fell into a short silence. After more than half an hour passed, we had just walked a kilometer.

    I know this is absolutely impossible, Mo Shan's hands are already shaking a little, and he started to sweat.

    He was too nervous, and I was also a little irritable.

    "Mo Shan, which master did you and Ning An learn from?"

    In order to ease the tense atmosphere, I can only open my mouth to find topics.

    Mo Shan let out an "ah" and said immediately.

    "We learn from Huang Sanliang."

    "Huang Sanliang?"

    "Yes, our master's name is Huang Sanliang, who is proficient in Taoism, dragon hunting and corpse driving."

    "You have beenFollow Mr. Huang?  "

    "I have been studying with my master since I was a child, and the master also taught me everything."

    With nostalgia in Mo Shan's tone, he added with some regret.

    "Master passed away five years ago."

    I nodded, looked at my purse again, and asked.

    "Old Huang must be very prestigious in central Guizhou."

    To be able to teach apprentices like Mo Shan and Ning An must be very capable, and they should be everyone in central Guizhou.

    But Mo Shan's answer surprised me a bit.

    "Master, he is not from Qianzhong. According to his old man, the reason why he came to Qianzhong was to avoid his enemies. It is too late to keep a low profile. It is impossible for the outside world to know his name. Speaking of it, it is also fate that he can accept me and senior brother.  I was an orphan, I was picked up by my master when I was two or three years old, brother I remember that my brother ran to the small courtyard where my master and I were covered in blood, then fell into a coma, and was finally taken in by the master."

    I thought about it, I didn't expect Ning An to have such a past.

    It's just that the name Huang Sanliang has never been heard of before.

    But soon, I no longer entangled.

    There are so many masters in the world, and my meager knowledge is still far behind.

    After talking with Mo Shan for a while, we had to stop and rest.

    We sat down back to back, I felt the internal force and my own aura, and I couldn't help sighing.

    Mo Shan said worriedly.

    "Third Master, is there no other way? If we go on like this, sooner or later we will die here."

    This is not alarmist talk, it is a fact.

    Because the fog has been lingering, sooner or later we will be compressed into ordinary people by the fog, and ordinary people have zero chance of surviving here.

    I was silent for a while, and communicated with Qingli for a while, but it was also affected, and the strangeness of the fog was beyond my imagination.

    Unexpectedly, even the big monster Qingli couldn't see the heels.

    This made my heart sink. What is the reason for this change in Shiwan Dashan?

    Is it man-made or heaven?

    If it is falling from the sky, this is not a good sign.

    Could it be that, as Situ Feng said, the changes here are giving birth to a monster?

    What a terrifying evildoer from heaven!

    But what if it is artificially weird?

    Who has such a big pen?  Rebel?

    for what?

    Drought?

    I'm not sure, because it's too big, and it seems a bit unreasonable just to hunt a drought ÷É.

    Thinking about it, a layer of haze appeared in my heart, just like the dense fog in front of me, my thoughts became pale and powerless.

    Even if it is me, I don't know what to do at this time.

    But the road still has to go, if you don't go on, you will never have a clue.

    After resting for a while, I patted my clothes and stood up and said.

    "Mo Shan, it's time to go."

    There was no response, I was stunned for a moment, frowning for a moment, and said something tentatively.

    "Mo Shan? Mo Shan?"

    quietly!

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