Yuan Huazi squinted his eyes slightly, like an old man who was extremely tired from a night chat, trying hard not to fall asleep. His trembling throat and sweaty forehead completely exposed his fear.
He was still reciting the name of the True Immortal of Heaven, but he could not stop the bright red mist with strange light from coming towards him bit by bit.
The paint on Hongyang Saint Child's face melted with the hot sweat, and the white crane's feathers solidified out of thin air, just like a crane raising its wings to fly. But what was revealed on his face was an extremely indescribable expression.
There was both longing and vigilance in that look, as well as countless wishes to be fulfilled, making the already ferocious face of the Holy Child of the Red Sun even more frightening.
Jiang Wen held the sword in one hand and was unable to move. His eyes caught a glimpse of the completely different looks of the two people around him, but he did not notice that an inexplicable force had enveloped the land. Heavy fog quickly rose from the cracks in the rocks under their feet!
At this moment, the heavy fog finally descended on them.
The gray-white mist does not smell of moisture, nor the bitterness of forest moss, nor the moldiness of the rocks that have not seen the light of day. The mist is as dry as dust, as dusty as ashes, and as unclean as if it had been deposited in the deepest part of a nightmare.
The underlying precipitated crystals will pierce the blood of anyone who dares to act rashly with just a touch!
Jiang Wen abused his synesthesia, and these descriptions came to his mind out of thin air, but he didn't mention anything about what he saw.
The moment when the fear reaches its peak is when the heavy fog spreads in front of me undeniably. The scene is like a monstrous flood sweeping silently, and like endless sand pouring down to bury it. Even though the breathing continues vaguely, it brings with it
There was a kind of soul-suffocating choking.
Because in the terrifying fog, he could see nothing, and the thick gauze covering his eyes could only reveal a trace of red light. What made him feel even more strange was that the sounds around him also disappeared quietly!
Yuan Huazi, who was close at hand, seemed to be opening his mouth to speak, but he could not hear a single word. The Hongyang Holy Child on the side seemed to be roaring, but he could not hear a single sound. Even the birds and insects that filled this barren mountain ridge could not be heard.
Ming, the freeze button was pressed at this moment, and they all made way for the vast gray fog in front of them.
Jiang Wen mentally calculated the speed of the gray fog spreading, and vaguely guessed that this heavy fog should have surpassed the location of General Liujia, completely covering the uninvited guests on the mountain.
But as he gazed forward, Jiang Wen seemed to be able to see a shaky figure at the very front of the Yanxiantan Mountain Road, perhaps because of the clouds left behind by his long gaze.
"Bang."
Just like the gongs and drums sounding before the start of a big show, a loud sound came vaguely from the depths of the clouds and mist, turning into a heavy blow to the soul. Although Jiang Wen could not move his body, his internal organs felt so uncomfortable that they seemed to be broken into pieces.
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The chaotic and disorderly sounds of gongs, piercing sounds, and drums are noisy, ricocheting unbridled in this vast fog. Strange red lights emerge from time to time, like dragons emerging from a cold pond, foxes roaming in the wild.
Noises and unknown lights wandered around, far and near, up and down, laughing wildly and tearing apart the four-dimensional coordinate axes, completely destroying the fragile sense of direction of those who strayed into this bottomless world.
In the mist.
Jiang Wen stared and did not dare to relax for a moment, for fear that in the next second, something extremely ominous would appear in the fog.
In my memory, the celebrities from the Wei and Jin Dynasties who were the most frightened and frightened in the "Zhiguai Notes" were all included in the gray fog, quietly peering at their backs through the fog, smiling sadly.
It was obviously a thick fog in the dark night, but Jiang Wen suddenly remembered four words——
The wind and rain are dim.
It was a time of wind and rain, and the sky was as dark as night. There were dim candlelights in the world, and travelers who entered by mistake pushed trees and sat in coma, vaguely greeting the old corpses in the tombs, with dead bones as neighbors. Suddenly
The lightning flashed from the ceiling and wrapped around the dead branches, turning a blind eye up and down. Finally, the skeletons on the ground began to speak human voices, nonstop telling interesting stories about someone who was tortured and died tragically...
Hula la, hula la, hula la.
Suddenly there were other sounds in the fog, which suddenly surpassed the sound of gongs and drums, as if someone stretched their throat to the limit and tried to make a scream that was not human. It was as harsh as a broken flute pipe being poured into a hurricane.
The huge noise, with its absurdity, surrounded Jiang Wen and the others, but the thick gray fog showed no sign of dissolving. Probably this gray fog was smaller than dust, lighter than air, and was enough to penetrate into the range that the human body cannot measure.
Tangled into the gaps between bones, blood and all other substances.
But the thick fog couldn't block the light, or maybe the thick fog liked to play with people's despair. Jiang Wen vaguely sensed that something was approaching, and he could even guess the speed, direction, and angle!
"Jiang...get down...get down..."
An indistinct voice suddenly sounded, and a force suddenly emerged from behind him, knocking Jiang Wen, who could not move, to the ground. Yuan Huazi and Hongyang Holy Child beside him remained frozen. It was obviously impossible.
do what.
The moment Jiang Wen fell on his back, a strange shadow passed him.
In the vast fog, even if they were face to face, Jiang Wen could not see the whole picture clearly. Jiang Wen could only distinguish a completely deformed human head with no facial features, and an extra meat cone sprouted proudly on the forehead, as if he threw the face into the pot casually.
for it.
The rugged and shriveled body became more twisted and dry as it reached the lower body. The tip of the lumbar vertebrae was wrapped in a thin layer of rotten flesh like a wagging tail, and the legs shrank to the thickness of chopsticks, hanging meaninglessly from the body.
Contrary to this terrifying and shriveled appearance, there is a pair of blue-black fleshy wings that cover the sky and the sun, and are drawn into the misty mountain forest...
But in the solidified mist, there was suddenly a force hitting their waist clothes. With this force, the two people who were standing still suddenly felt something strange.
Those were two points of red light that suddenly lit up under their clothes, flickering brightly and dimly, quickly spreading with a strong fragrance of green smoke, suddenly flowing into the gray mist, and finally
Ripples formed and dispersed, seemingly dissolving this everlasting mist.
As the strange fragrance penetrated into his nose, Jiang Wen's stiff body suddenly relaxed, and he finally regained his ability to move!
"What a risk, what a risk!"
Yuan Huazi was like waking up from a big dream, holding a stick of broken incense in his hand, looking at the green smoke curling up with lingering fear, "The old Taoist just noticed something was wrong and was about to light this stick of Han Yuan Shou Gong Incense, but he was a step too late."
It almost caused a disaster!"
Jiang Wen looked at the same type of incense that Hongyang Holy Child quietly took out from his arms, and couldn't help but cursed the two of them secretly.
Obviously, the longevity palace incense of Han Yuan can make people walk freely in the fairy mist, and both of them obviously noticed the strange movement of the fairy mist. However, in order to trick the other party into the game, they waited until the last moment to light the strange fragrance in their sleeves. As a result
We almost finished playing together.
"Ma'am, did you feel someone pushing you just now?"
Jiang Wen asked quickly. This voice sounded familiar to him. He seemed to have heard it in Zhi Zhi'an's dream. Could it be that the Immortal Master Bai Yuchan appeared?
Yuan Huazi shook his head blankly, obviously not feeling anything wrong. In this heavy fog, people could completely disappear within three steps, and it was impossible to catch anything that appeared in it.
"Jiang Wen, did you see the black dragon just now?"
After listening to Jiang Wen's description, Yuan Huazi frowned and his white hair became even more panicked, "But I have never heard that a black dragon can grow flesh wings..."
Jiang Wen also lit a piece of Han Yuan Shougong incense with a fire stick, and smoked it carefully on himself to ensure that his body was filled with the fragrant fragrance.
"Just get used to it. Didn't you expect that the fog from the Immortal Banquet Altar would suddenly appear from under your feet..."
Jiang Wen spoke slowly and recalled the slight smell of alcohol that he smelled at the moment he was knocked over. It seemed that the appearance of this wine was also strange.
As for what he saw in the fog just now, he just clenched the ancient bronze sword in his hand and remembered some rumors in ancient books.
Compared with what Yuan Huazi said, "Xu Xian saw the black dragon", what he thought of was the legend of the footless woman in "Yijian Bingzhijuan" written by Hong Mai. Someone in the capital saw a woman begging in the market, her clothes were in ruins.
He had no legs, but he could walk on his hands and his appearance was perfect, so he took him home and worked as a servant.
As a result, a year later, there were frequent abnormalities in the house. The owner took advantage of the light to peek out of the window and discovered that a footless woman had two fleshy wings, both positive and negative. She had a strange appearance, and the color of the two wings was spreading green. She missed the target with a sword.
, the woman screamed and left.
Whether it's the Black Dragon of the Eastern Jin Dynasty or the Footless Woman of the Southern Song Dynasty, something seems to be at work, turning people into monsters that look human but not human...