Chen Song knew that this black fog was no matter whether it was a demon mist spit out by a mirage demon or not, anyway, they had the same effect, they could hallucinate people, and the hallucinations that people saw were the scenes they wanted to see.

The rope that tied Venerable Zhupan was burned, and I am afraid that this was done by Venerable Zhupan himself.

When the people outside the fog dragged the rope to drag Erlang out, Erlang saw that a monk used his magic power to conjure a snake to wrap around his waist and drag him away.

I don't know what Venerable Zhupan saw, in short, Venerable Zhupan is not like Erlang who has no power to resist, he cultivates very quickly, maybe he can already use Dao techniques, and burns the rope to get rid of the shackles outside the fog.

Chen Song could only bless him.

Erlang knelt down and begged him, he pinched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment: "Erlang, you actually know that your previous experience was an illusion, that's not true, this is true, right?"

Hearing this, Erlang shook his head firmly and said, "I understand what Mr. means, but it's not a false world inside, you see ...... me here."

He lifted his sleeves, and there was a whip mark on his arm: "A few days ago, I went to work in a large family, and I had a conflict with the head of the team, and the head of the team whipped me, and the pain I felt at that time was real. In the same way, the parents, wives and children I met were real people, they had a body temperature, they had the same voice and smile as I did!"

Baozhen looked incredulous: "This is impossible, grass, it's fake in there, it's all your hallucination, brother, it's all an illusion!"

Erlang looked at him and said, "If it's an illusion, you can also go in and try it." ”

He looked at the crowd again: "Venerable Zhupan is a generation of Jindan masters, I met him when I was in the city, and I asked him if this is an illusion, and what does the Venerable said is an illusion and what is real?

"But here we are the real world. Baozhen gave him a slap in the face irritably, "Does it hurt?"

Erlang tilted his head and said, "Brother Baozhen's slap is much more comfortable than the whip that Song Bantou gave me." ”

Someone suddenly asked, "You have been in the fog for a day and a night, are you not hungry or thirsty?"

This is an important point, a fantasy is an illusion after all, and it is impossible for people to really fill their stomachs.

Erlang said sincerely: "I eat and drink enough three meals a day in the city, how can I be hungry and thirsty?"

The group of people around began to talk to each other, and Chen Song saw that several people were moved.

Sure enough, someone soon said, "Sir, it's better to be like this, let me try it inside." ”

"Let me go, let me go, my heart is much stronger than theirs, if this is an illusion I must be able to see it. ”

"Maybe it's not an illusion? Maybe this is, this is the entrance to another world? What are the immortals of the Cultivators called? Cave Heaven? Yes, maybe this is a Cave Heaven?"

The hearts of the people are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

Chen Song untied the rope tied to Erlang's body and said: "Who wants to go to this black fog if they are not afraid of death, then go and take a look, we don't have so many ropes, it is impossible to tie them one by one." ”

Erlang immediately knelt down and kowtowed to him, kowtowing firmly: "Thank you Mr. for taking care of him for many days, and thank you Mr. for your success, the villain will set up an immortal card for Mr. at home for the rest of his life, Mr. Grace, never forget!"

After saying this, he quickly stood up and rushed towards the black mist in a wild running posture, exactly the same attitude as when Lu Jiazi returned.

Someone gritted his teeth and kowtowed to Chen Song, he stood up and said: "We don't know what is in this black fog, you might as well find someone to test it again, this time I come, please give me two more days, if this is the demon mist spit out by the monster, it will swallow me sooner or later!"

Some people also whispered to Chen Song: "Sir, you better quickly lead the team back to the mountain, you can't let them make such a fuss anymore." ”

This makes sense, when people's hearts are scattered, it will be difficult for the team to lead.

But there is another truth, it is called a twisted melon is not sweet.

Chen Song thought for a while and said: "Sir, I don't like to be strong, in this way, if you are willing to stay and take risks, then stay, and if you are willing to go back to the mountain with me, then go back to the mountain with me." ”

Baozhen hesitated, and he said in a low voice: "Mr. is as kind to me as a mountain, it stands to reason that we should listen to Mr., it's better to do this, Sir, you better give orders directly, we listen to Sir." ”

Chen Song shook his head and said: "It's about your future, it's better for you to make your own decisions, I'll wait for you, and if you want to go back to the mountain, come to me." ”

He went back to the car and waited for a while, and Bao Zhen came with everyone.

Seeing this, Chen Song smiled in his heart, it seems that he is still quite popular.

Walking up to the car, Bao Zhen plucked up his courage and said, "Sir, we want to guard here for a few more days to see if anyone else comes out, and we also want to let people in to explore the way." ”

Chen Song couldn't laugh in his heart.

However, this is the will of the big guy, and he has no reason to refuse, so he nodded and said, "Then you unload the grain and take care." ”

What happened in Liujiu City was too strange, Chen Song drove back to Yin Yang Peak in a trance, and saw him come back alone, a group of people were very puzzled, although they didn't ask on the surface, but secretly discussed.

There is no need to hide these things, Chen Song told Sun Changgong, Luo Changgeng and others about the black fog, and then informed other refugees through these people.

A week later, someone hurried to the mountain.

It was a man from Baozhen's gang who returned, and Sun Longbow verified that his identity was okay and took him to the mountain.

Luo Changgeng stepped forward and asked, "Old Dao, why did you come back by yourself?"

The old knife of the Great Han took out a stack of letters from his arms and handed them to Chen Song and said, "Please Mr. Mingjian, this is the letter that the brothers asked me to bring back to Mr., and they have all entered the mirage!"

Chen Song had expected this result, and he asked, "So, you guys found that there was no danger in the black fog after the interview?"

The old knife lowered his head and said: "Mr. Huiyu, the villain doesn't know what is in the mirage, but after the brother who went in came out again, he refused to stay, and finally returned to the mirage." ”

Luo Changgeng clapped his palms and said: "That's obviously a ghost realm, it must be some kind of demon beast to deceive you into throwing yourself into the net, these fools really believe it! No, sir, you let me go and see, I must bring the brothers back!"

Chen Song smiled bitterly: "You'd better not go, I'm afraid you won't come back if you go." ”

Luo Changgeng said proudly: "Yin Yang Peak is the villain's home, although the villain has no talent for cultivation, but a Dao heart is quite stable, and he can distinguish between reality and illusion!"

He selected a group of people with the most determined minds to go down the mountain to Liujiu City, and Chen Song never saw them again......