"You have the direction, run towards it!"

"Only we can get out if we answer it!"

Mo Zhi shouted loudly.

A range of four or five thousand meters in front of the two people, a group of special words composed of wizard runes, mixed with some other strange chains of words, emerged.

This is the core problem of the mystery fog, which was forcibly penetrated by Mo Zhi.

The chain floats in the void, and the message emitted can be felt even if it is not close.

"Dead Soul Box..."

"It's going to be opened again..."

"Are you...going to find it..."

"Answer my question, I'll let you go."

"Do you know the taste of death?"

The chains were surging in the thick fog, like a python.

The taste of death?

Who the hell dares to answer this?

If you answer, you must be dead and you can feel the taste of death. If you answer, you don’t know, you should die immediately.

This strange mysterious fog didn't think about letting the two leave alive from the end of their hair.

Greenwich and Mozhi had a numb scalp for a while.

what to do?

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Chapter completed!