The day after the Silver Scorpions mercenary group attacked, Old Trot ordered his men to burn down the blind patch of grass on the shore of the lake.
Under the blazing fire, the wormwood was destroyed, and the view of the lake was greatly broadened. This could avoid ambushing enemies, but it also allowed the mercenaries to see the Dan Demon Tomb not far away more clearly.
Thick billowing smoke drifted to the side of the blood mist, as if it encountered resistance, making it difficult to move forward.
The protective array on the fire dragon sail was repaired, and the man in black who suddenly appeared did not appear again.
From the prisoners of the Blue Crystal Mercenary Group, Yue Jinghua and others learned that the Silver Scorpion Mercenary Group and the Blue Crystal Mercenary Group each had a group of elites, ready to snipe Ni Qianjun.
After learning the news, Feng Buhui couldn't stay any longer. He wanted to get off the boat to look for Ni Qianjun and others, but Lao Teluo didn't allow it. He still remembered what Ni Qianjun said before leaving. Three days later
Once it's over, if Ni Qianjun and others haven't come out yet, immediately unpack the sails and leave.
Time is like the water on the lake. It seems to be smooth, but it still passes by. On the last night before the fire dragon sail takes off and returns, there is still no news from Ni Qianjun and others.
It was another cold and quiet night. A figure crossed the deck, and a raft was quickly lowered into the water.
Feng Buhui jumped off the raft. The water surface rippled, and the other side of the raft swayed slightly. On the other end of the boat, a person stood floating in the air.
Feng Buhui saw the visitor's attire and stammered: "Master Yueyue, what are you doing?"
"You're so calm. It's a whole day and a night later than I expected." She was dressed in white armor, with the weird broken sword stuck behind her back, and a black mysterious beast hanging on her shoulder.
It was the Shining Mink Leopard who suddenly appeared that night. Apparently, she was planning to leave the Fire Dragon Sail and enter the Dan Demon Tomb.
"Master Yue, you can't follow me into the Alchemy Tomb. I promised the deputy captain to protect your safety," Feng Buhui knew that it was impossible to convince Lao Teluo, but he couldn't just watch.
Brother, there is no body left, he died in the Alchemy Tomb.
Although Sun Moon Jinghua said that she defeated him, she had no profound power, but it was absolutely true.
There may be various poisonous gases hidden in the Alchemy Tomb. Without the protection of mysterious energy, the consequences are unpredictable.
"You've already run away, why are you still talking about caring about my safety? Ni Qianjun said earlier that the blood mist in the Alchemy Tomb will greatly reduce the cultivation level of the mysterious person. After entering, everyone is about the same, relying on the basics
Martial arts, mystical strength and so on are all just clouds," Old God Yue Jinghua decided.
Feng Buhui glanced at the Dan Demon Tomb, and then looked at Yue Jinghua's expression of being a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. He was not very literate, but he had also heard that shrews and urchins were the two most difficult types of people to reason with in the world.
, it is useless to say more.
He raised his crossbow and shot toward the water. The wind of the arrow carried profound energy, and the raft was like a flat leaf blown up by the wind, opening a waterway on the mirror-like lake.
The raft moved very fast, and within a short while, it was leaning against the shore of the Alchemy Tomb.
The grass burned by the fire was completely black, and the two got out of the kayak.
Just getting close to the blood mist, there was a smell of blood in the breath, like the smell of rotting for many years, which made people feel dizzy instantly. The air inhaled in the nostrils also became moist and sticky, and the breath became thicker.
Somewhat cramped.
Feng Buhui hurriedly channeled his profound energy. Sure enough, after entering the blood mist, his cultivation was suppressed. Only a weak layer of profound energy could barely appear on his skin. He remembered that Yue Jinghua was following behind him.
, Looking back again, in the night, there is a layer of milky white starlight on Yue Jinghua's skin, which makes her whole person hazy and graceful, her facial features are more beautiful, and the ugly demonic lines on her face no longer look ferocious.
, which makes people unable to take their eyes away for a moment.
Wherever that layer of starlight went, the blood mist kept avoiding it.
"Let's move forward, remember not to leave a distance of three feet behind me," Feng Buhui thought to himself. No wonder the deputy commander looked at her differently and didn't dare to think about it. He pushed the crossbow to protect his chest, like an old hen
In this way, Yue Jinghua was protected behind her.
The blood mist that blocks sunlight all year round is like a hungry beast with its mouth open, devouring everyone and everything that enters the blood mist.
After the two figures disappeared into the blood mist, the blood mist actually made a swallowing sound like the throat of a beast.
After entering the blood mist, Feng Buhui and Yue Jinghua couldn't help but exclaim.
They all thought that a dangerous place like the Alchemy Tomb would be filled with corpses and bloody swamps.
They all guessed wrong. Alchemy Tomb is a quiet ancient village. It is no different from the common ancient villages in the south.
The short thatched houses, dilapidated fences, and even the starry sky at night are dotted with stars, like countless good nights of sleep.
Yue Jinghua and Feng Buhui did not dare to be careless, so they opened the door and entered a courtyard.
There is a dry well in the courtyard, and a bucket is leaning on the ground. The water in the bucket has dried up, and a circle of green mold has grown on the mouth of the bucket.
I opened a house and found a table of dinner that had not yet been eaten. The buns and dishes were all covered in mold and mildew.
"There are no traces of any mercenary group stationed around, let's go forward," Feng Buhui led Yue Jinghua forward.
Yue Jinghua looked back at the courtyard and the houses, and frowned.
While walking in the village for a cup of tea, I vaguely saw something on the road ahead.
A black object was moving slowly.
Feng Buhui showed a bit of surprise. He was vigilant and struck the crossbow in his hand.
The black object got closer and closer, and it turned out to be a person. He seemed to hear the footsteps of the two people, and he lifted it up and let out a painful groan. The sound was somewhat familiar.
"Abu," Feng Buhui's originally guarded nerves relaxed after he saw clearly the person climbing on the ground. He was the youngest mercenary of the Backfire Mercenary Group.
Abu's body was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was screaming weakly.
"Who succeeded, where are the deputy captain and the others?" Feng Buhui saw that his companion was injured, and he no longer had any scruples. He stepped forward and wanted to help Abu up.
"Slow down," Yue Jinghua roared angrily, and the "soft fingers" in his hand flashed like a startling flash in the dark night.
There was a sickening sound of broken flesh and blood, and blood flying everywhere.
The "Lian Yun" behind Yue Jinghua and the blurry lines on the sword suddenly flashed, and soon darkened again.
Abu's body was torn in half like a broken piece of paper. Black blood was flowing on the ground.
"Are you crazy? He is one of our own," Feng Buhui was filled with jealousy, and the crossbow in his hand was pointed at Yue Jinghua unconsciously.
Hiss, like a poisonous snake, a thin wire was wrapped around the fine iron crossbow, and the crossbow in Feng Buhui's hand was strangled tightly. "I modified the crossbow for you, not to let you kill me. Remember,
Never point a weapon at your savior, look back and see what is behind you." Yue Jinghua had a big sword hanging in her room, so Feng Buhui always thought her weapon was that big sword, but unexpectedly
, her weapon was actually a thread as thick as a hair.
I don’t know what kind of material the silk thread was made of. It strangled the crossbow in the night. The crossbow made of fine refined iron had a deep mark as if it had been injured by a spiritual weapon.
Shocked, Feng Buhui turned around.
Abu opened his eyes, and rotten water flowed from his turbid yellow eyes. There was a hole in his chest, and his internal organs were missing. There was no life in his eyes.
In the crisis just now, Yue Jinghua had no time to think, and her "soft fingers" were still covered with black blood. At that moment, it was a critical moment. If it were one step later, Feng Buhui would be the next Abu.
After being scolded by Yue Jinghua, Feng Buhui came to his senses. He shuddered and saw Abu lying on the ground. After seeing clearly the death state of his comrade, Feng Buhui felt a sore throat.
Abu is dead. Abu, who had been drinking and swearing with me a few days ago, is dead.
"Crack," Yue Jinghua took out the flint he carried with him, lit the stone, and threw it towards nearby houses and fences.
The raging fire reflected half of the sky red, and the village disappeared in the flames.
"What happened just now? How did you know about Abu Ta?" At this moment, Feng Buhui also vaguely noticed that this village was a little weird. Was what he saw just now an illusion?
Although every Backfire mercenary who entered the Dan Demon Tomb had already realized death. But what Feng Bugui didn't expect was that the first one to die would be Abu.
Although Abu is young, he is agile and quick in reaction, but it is his youth and lack of experience that make him look so pale in front of this deserted village.
"If he was just injured, Ni Qianjun would not leave him alone," Yue Jinghua felt a chill running down her spine. She checked "Lian Yun" with her backhand and found nothing unusual.
Yue Jinghua didn't completely tell the truth, and what made her notice the strangeness was not entirely due to her trust in Ni Qianjun. After all, in such a complicated situation, even Ni Qianjun would inevitably leave his companions behind.
What made Yue Jinghua notice something strange was that after entering the village, he could see Aspergillus growing in the food and various types of moldy houses and doors everywhere.
According to the knowledge Yue Xiaoqi learned from the 23rd century, a large amount of moldy food will emit a toxin called aspergillus after rotting. This toxin is not fatal, but it will corrode people's optic nerve nuclei.
The ability to create illusions.
People in the Canglong Continent naturally don't know what's going on. When encountering such a situation, they will only think that it is haunted, or that it is caused by monsters, causing people to fall into panic or even madness without knowing it.
Burning down the village is the only way to break the poisonous situation.
"Yes, the deputy captain will never give up on the injured brother," Feng Buhui didn't have time to be too sentimental. Why did he only see the body of Lao Qiu? Where were the other brothers? Where did Ni Qianjun and the others go?
"Stop making rash guesses and move forward." The penicillin toxin turned into smoke and dust under the burning of the fire. Yue Jinghua and Feng Buhui walked forward into the hazy blood mist.
The fire burned until dawn and then stopped. The village that had been decaying for hundreds of years was reduced to ruins.
Lao Qiu's body, which had been burnt to charcoal, moved slightly. There was a rustling sound in the hole in his chest, and something fell out of the hole, shining brightly.
After the sound, Manzi's body turned into dust in the flames. The blood mist became thicker.
The sky finally dawned, and on the deck of the Fire Dragon Sail, Lao Teluo stood motionless like a stone sculpture. "Feng Buhui has disappeared, and Master Yue Dan has also disappeared." After listening to the report of the mercenaries on the ship, Lao Teluo
Tello sighed.
"Go back and bring the news to the leader,"
The boat gradually rose and flew towards the direction of the rising sun.