Promise walked alone in the dark misty forest for a long time, turning several places, only to find that he seemed to be circling in a circle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fog inside the forest was thicker than it seemed to be seen outside. When I first came in, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see what was going on around me. After a long while, his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and he could barely touch it carefully.

It was strange that he had been in it for so long, wrapped in a thick fog, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all. In other words, you can only see but not feel this thick fog. You can tell it's blocking your view, but you don't have the slightest feeling of being in the fog and getting wet between your noses.

When he passed a towering tree for the third time, he slowly stopped, his eyes fixed on a small pointed triangle carved into the thick brown trunk of the furrowed surface, and his brow furrowed slightly, lost in thought.

This was the second time he had passed by and realized something was wrong, so he carved a mark with his knife so that he could notice it next time. It turned out to come in handy so quickly, he walked a few laps, and now he is back here.

Speaking of knives, Promise looked down at the small and practical thing that was lying in his trouser pocket, and reached out to take it.

The hilt of the knife in one hand was tightly wrapped in a red bandage, and the scabbard was blue, and it was adorned with a round blue gem the size of a quail egg, which still shimmered hazy even in the dark.

Promise remembered that just now, when he wanted to find something to use as a prop to mark the trunk of the tree, he found that he was wearing loose and casual home clothes, and he didn't have anything with him, so he picked up a small stone with a sharp sheath on the ground, and wanted to use it instead of a sword to carve a simple mark on the trunk.

But who knows, this ravine-covered texture messy look at the broken old tree but unusually strong, he held the stone for a half-sound, obviously heard the bark cut "zizi" sound, but look closely, the trunk is still the same, there is no trace of scratching.

While he was surprised, he thought quietly: it was a real continent, not a game world. It seems that it is not easy to get out easily.

If only there was a sword or something. But now there is nothing on it, if it were in the game, there would still be a shop to buy things, a function slot, a reserve bar to fill the tools and other things needed.

He thought this in his mind as he stretched out his hand and unconsciously waved it in the void.

Something surprising to him happened.

A faint glow like fireflies appeared, and a reserve bar suddenly appeared in the middle of the air where his hand had just waved.

A long box bar, two layers up and down, one layer with four squares, the border is pale gold, and each grid contains something, including food, drink, use, weapons, and so on.

Promise looked at the last square, where the fiber was dark, and only a scimitar was placed, he put his hand up, and with a slight click, the scimitar, which was still small and unclear, jumped out of it, and it was clearly and truly suspended in mid-air, and a row of words flashed next to it - Shadow Knife, sharpened like clay.

The promise stretched out his hand and slowly shook it, and the row of words disappeared immediately.

He looked at the shadow knife in his hand, and a strange warm power suddenly spread from his palm to his whole body, his eyes lit up, and then he looked at this scimitar and his eyes immediately became profound.

He had a feeling that this Shadow Knife was made for him.

He held the knife in his hand, and the blade lightly pressed against the rough trunk of the tree, and slashed effortlessly, as if he were caressing the towering tree.

Strangely, however, a deep knife cut immediately appeared on the rough trunk of the tree, which had been as strong as iron and undamaged, and fine fragments of brown bark fell, falling on the dark black soil around the tree.

Then something even stranger happened.

As soon as it touched the shedding bark, the moist black soil, which had been ordinary, suddenly wriggled as quickly as if it was alive.

In the blink of an eye, the bark debris that had just fallen disappeared cleanly, and the black soil returned to calm and motionless.

Promise's eyes moved, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly.

I didn't expect this black soil to look black and ordinary, and even take the initiative to suck things, like a living thing.

Strange to say, he looked around and found that they were all overgrown with weeds, and not only were these towering trees growing frighteningly tall in this area, but those weeds and shrubs were also much taller than usual, but the weeds and shrubs on the soil next to each towering tree were few and short, and the color was not as strong as the thick green in other places, but there was a sense of dull yellow and decay.

Promise can't help but guess that this black soil may have absorbed the nutrients in the bodies of these plants for their own use, which made these plants grow a little more sickly.

He took the stone he had just picked up in his hand, shook it, and threw it at the black soil as if nothing had happened.

Sure enough, I immediately saw that the black soil was squirming and sucking as fast as before.

The difference this time is that although the small stone was swallowed by it, the next second, it spit it out untouched.

Promise's eyes darkened slightly.

It seems that there must be something special about this bark. Otherwise, why did the black earth swallow it but not the ordinary stone?

With that in mind, he reached down as he marked the trunk again, and then put away the tan bark powder and placed it in the storage bar.

He put the Shadow Knife away and put it in his pocket, then raised his hand and swept the void in the opposite direction, and the reserve bar that was still floating in the air just now was gone.

Promise paused in his heart, and tried this and this a few times, and the reserve bar appeared and disappeared as he thought.

That's when he settled down.

It seems that this is what was originally equipped for them.

Promise put away his things, looked around carefully, and refocused his gaze in the opposite direction.

Since the original road didn't work, it was not his style to sit and wait, so he had to try to walk in a different direction again.

He thought so, putting one hand in his pocket as he raised his foot and walked in a southeasterly direction. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at the quiet and inconspicuous piece of black soil, strode over, took out the shadow knife and picked a few large pieces, and waved out the reserve bar with one hand, vacated a square, and put the black dirt into it.

After putting everything in order, he headed towards the east and west again.

At the same time, the ice spirit, which had left everyone and acted alone, was also falling into a fog and could not find an exit.

The Ice Spirit looked around, and could not see anything except the fog and countless huge black shadows inside.

This small forest in the swamp of hell is like a labyrinth that traps them here.

The expression on her face remained unchanged, but she was actually very annoyed in her heart. Squinting her long, narrow phoenix eyes, she once again locked her gaze in one direction—the only direction she hadn't tried after all these walks.

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Promise walked in a straight line in the dark and foggy deep forest with his senses, his eyebrows sharpened, his surroundings always vigilant, his hand in his trouser pocket firmly gripping the Shadow Knife, ready for the unexpected.

In the dark, when vision decreases, hearing naturally becomes extremely acute.

He stepped lightly on the ground, the occasional sound of grass and gravel sounded, and nothing else.

He hadn't seen a single creature in this huge forest until now.

The thick fog, rising without wind, drifted away, trapped them in it, and it was perfect to confuse their vision.

"Ahh Help me! There are monsters! ”

Promise's ears moved, his eyes raised, and he looked at the source of the sound like lightning, and a trace of fierceness suddenly emanated from his eyes.

Not far away, a faint thick fog drifted away, and the picture was clear, a black behemoth was shaking its long giant tail with its back to him, and it was the ten-person team he had just separated from it who was screaming in horror.