A poor answer to this kind of question may affect the development of subsequent events, so Sherlock must not be cautious.
He thought for a long time but still couldn't think of any positive explanation, so he could only change the concept and said: "You are not fate, how do you know that I am not qualified to be favored by fate."
"You..." Of course the girl could restate the essence of her question, but that would be a lot less interesting, so she finally acquiesced to this answer.
"No matter what you are doing, there is a fog swamp further ahead. You will never be able to walk through it without my guidance."
"There are a total of five bottles of potion here. One of them can help you find the right path. One bottle will take away half of your life span. As for the effects of the other three bottles, they are different, but they are all beneficial and harmless." The girl said as she spoke.
He took out five bottles of potions that looked identical in appearance, and finally made a strong statement that all five of them must drink them at the same time.
"What will happen if we drink bottle after bottle?" Sherlock asked desperately.
"You can try." After the girl said that, her figure was swallowed up by the thick fog that gradually spread.
Losing half of one's lifespan is indeed a great threat to the aborigines, but it is not a big deal to the players. They didn't have much scruples, and one of them just took a glass and drank it.
Sherlock got a BUFF of perception 1 that lasted for twelve hours, Fuyun got agility 1, the pretty boy got strength 1, Los gained exclusive vision, Hui Feng, a believer in Taimora, had the worst luck this time, with an aging state.
When on the body, all attributes are reduced by 30%.
"Haha, none of you can do it. You have to count on me this time." Lose looked at everyone and said proudly.
When the thick fog enveloped them, Sherlock lost his proud vision.
There seems to be some kind of magic effect in this thick fog. With his high perception and the ability of frog eyes, he can't see anything. And now there is a swamp under their feet. It is obviously impossible to avoid the dangers along the way by relying on hearing alone.
He could only hold Los's clothes and move forward slowly.
In fact, Los's exclusive vision is not very strong. He can only see things within three yards of him. He takes every step carefully, so his progress is not very fast.
After walking for about three minutes, they faintly heard some faint footsteps coming from all directions.
The footsteps sounded like they were walking forward, but also seemed to be gathering towards the same midpoint, making it difficult to identify the specific direction.
Finally, when the footsteps became clearer and clearer, Los saw five groups of figures standing in one place from the mist. Their leader kept twisting his neck and looking around.
"I'm going, I didn't expect there were other people. It seems they are all players." Lose carefully reminded the team members behind him.
"Hey!" He shouted loudly and was about to say hello to the others when the sound of wings vibrating suddenly sounded from around them.
"It's butterflies, be careful."
The insect monsters in the Forgotten Realm are quite troublesome, because there are thousands of them as soon as they appear, and it is impossible to kill them all. The butter tree fly is a typical representative of them.
The abdomen of the butter tree fly will spray a corrosive yellow viscous liquid, which is roughly like a mixture of urine and water. It tastes just as good, and the female flies will also mix their eggs in it.
, not to mention how disgusting it is.
Now it was impossible to tell how many butter tree flies there were from the sound, and everyone had no intention of fighting these disgusting things. They followed Los and ran towards the edge of the thick fog not far away.
As for the other five teams, one chose to stop and fight, while the other four made the same choice as them.
It was okay to follow step by step before, but now he was running quickly, and with the interference of many butter tree flies, Sherlock soon became separated from the other people.
"Keep going, it's not far."
"Move forward!"
"Run!"
…
Continuous calls came, including from Los and others. He analyzed them carefully and quickly followed them.
After walking for more than ten steps, with a breeze blowing across his face, he had passed through the thick fog.
Ross, who had exclusive vision, was naturally the first to run out. He was frowning at the moment and didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw Sherlock's arrival, he not only did not step forward to ask about their situation, but instead took two steps back.
Sherlock couldn't understand the other party's abnormal behavior, but he could vaguely feel the strangeness in it. After jumping up the tree, he also observed the surrounding environment.
Afterwards, Fuyun, Xiaobailian and Huifeng also ran out of the thick fog one after another. The first thing they saw was Lose's puzzled and collected look, and they unconsciously became nervous.
After seeing everyone gathered, Los took two deep breaths before slowly talking about what he had experienced.
As the only person with vision in the thick fog just now, he indeed saw some strange things, or rather strange people, namely the five teams other than them.
At first, only silhouettes of people could be seen in the distance, but for some reason, several teams were clearly moving forward, and finally they gathered in one place.
Because of this, he was able to see the faces of those figures just before he ran out, the blue-skinned Sherlock, the fuyun with a sinister eyebrow and a rat-like face, the square and square face, the kind-hearted Hui Feng, and his handsome self with a hint of chicness.
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"Uh, Lose, you can describe it as you like. Can you please stop belittling us and elevate yourself?" the pretty boy interrupted.
"Now is the time to think about this. There are so many people who are exactly like us, and we don't know what kind of monster has become. What if it sneaks into us." Lose finally tried to be serious, but he still wanted to pretend for a while.
"It's so easy to sneak in..." Before the pretty boy finished speaking, a golden shuriken was already placed on his neck.
"Sherlock, what are you doing? I'm a real person." He twisted his neck and argued, then as if something suddenly occurred to him, he immediately changed his words and yelled: "No, you are not Sherlock, you are a monster that sneaked in, right?
"
The atmosphere was already a bit tense, but Sherlock's sudden attack and the pretty boy's self-defense made everyone's nerves completely tense, and they all drew out their weapons and started to confront each other.
"Are the IQs of monsters so high now?" Sherlock teased, and then said to the other three people: "Don't be nervous, I have seen it with the Truth Vision, you are all real."
This kind of behavior that targets the minority and agrees with the majority is often more acceptable to the majority. After hearing this, Hui Feng and the other three believed it without thinking about it.
