Xicheng had never seen goose feathers and heavy snow before, but he saw it today.

Scattered snow fell from the sky, and endless moisture mixed with ice mist.

The damp dark limestone walls spread downward, making it impossible to see what was going on at the bottom.

Some of the edges of the rock walls are covered with shiny, slender ice picks that make you shudder at the sight.

The dilapidated complex of buildings in the distance is crumbling.

With such weather and such a view, the only feeling is cold.

Cold as a heart!

And in fact, it was indeed very cold, as you could see by looking at the appearance of the White Mist Divine Son curled up on his shoulders.

Of course... It's not just cold.

And—

"Shi, Shijun! It's so high! But it's okay, I'm not afraid! ”

The White Mist Divine Son said seriously.

“... I know you're not afraid... But White Mist, can you please stop hugging me? ”

Xicheng said calmly.

"No, no! If you fall, you're going to die! ”

As soon as he heard this, the White Mist Divine Son shook his head desperately, and his hands even clasped Xicheng Shi and refused to let go, so frightened that his voice was deformed.

Feeling that her force was even greater, Xicheng couldn't help but glance at the White Mist Divine Son.

Aren't you afraid?

But she wasn't to blame.

In his previous life, Xicheng went to the glass plank road in Zhangjiajie, China, and saw a big man trembling with fear, because his strength was frightened, so he could only be dragged on the ground by his friend.

She can barely keep up, which is already a rare thing.

But—

"It's a bit slow."

Nishijo frowned.

Going down from this rock face is the Valley of the Fog.

Only by reaching the Valley of Fog Hidden can you find a chance to go to Fog Peak.

But at this pace, it is estimated that only two-thirds of the distance will be completed until the sky is completely dark.

It's too slow.

Thinking of this, Xicheng took out a safety rope from the glove bag.

He threw the other end to the White Mist Divine Son, and then spoke:

"I'll carry you down, so quickly, and you don't have to be afraid. Tie it with this rope and nothing will happen. ”

Hearing this, the White Mist Divine Son didn't say a word, the whole person had already jumped on Xicheng's back, and the other hand was extremely fast and extremely fast to tie the safety rope into a dead knot.

After doing all this, she finally felt a sense of security.

Sure enough, every time it comes to such a critical time, Shijun is still very reliable.

In this way, you really won't be afraid.

The White Mist Miko nodded with satisfaction in his heart.

And then—

Her expression stiffened.

Because...

Xicheng style actually ran on the rock wall path that was only 30 to 40 centimeters.

Yes!

Just moving forward slowly was already terrifying, and this kind of action of rushing forward directly without even wanting his life made the frightened and frightened voice of the White Mist Divine Son resound throughout the Fog Hidden Valley.

The perspective fluctuates up and down, the sky is spinning, and the wind is all in my ears.

The height of terror continued to squeeze the small heart of the White Mist Mizuko, and she was so scared that she couldn't even make a sound, so she had to shrink her Xicheng-style shoulders and tremble wildly.

Please let me down!

I knew that it would be better to go by myself!

Well?

Xicheng Shi noticed the trembling of the White Mist Divine Son, and his heart was also a little confused.

Isn't it just carrying you on my back? As for being so happy that your hands and feet are shaking?

How big is it?

And...

It's also a little bad to carry the White Mist Divine Son all the time.

After all, men and women still have to keep some distance between them.

"Forget it, let's speed it up."

Xicheng muttered to himself.

has been letting the White Mist Divine Son lie on top of her, I think she will mind, right?

"Huh?!"

When the White Mist Divine Son heard this, his mouth opened wide.

Then she saw the Nishijo-style jumping towards the small stone platform under the rock wall!

This height is 6 meters, and if you jump crookedly, you will fall directly to the bottom! It's like pushing the limits of her heart.

Especially at the moment of falling, Xicheng's body staggered forward two steps, and he almost fell to the bottom.

At that moment, the White Mist Divine Son lacked oxygen to his brain for a moment, and he only felt that his heart was about to stop.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little hard."

Xicheng Shitou apologized without looking back.

Because of the white mist god on his back, the center of gravity is a little difficult to grasp.

"Uh... Ho-ho-ho..."

The face of the White Mist Miko has faded and is ruddy.

She was sweating profusely, her mouth was making a 'ho-ho-ho' sound, and her pretty and cute face looked at Xicheng Shi-style in horror.

She's going to cry!

"Shi, Shijun... Please let me go..."

Before he could say this, Xicheng rushed directly to the front again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Between the silent cliffs.

Occasionally, there was a few heavy objects falling to the ground, and the sound of girls whimpering and moaning weakly...

......

"That's fine."

The West Side stood firm and raised his head at the same time.

It is a valley intersected by rock walls.

Reeds strewn with white wool grow everywhere, and the dark gray rock walls are slippery.

Because he took care of the emotions of the White Mist Divine Son, Xicheng Shi did not waste a penny of time, and directly copied several shortcuts.

A rope formed by the mist of the coffin descends from a rock wall of about 20 meters.

Then he jumped down the vines, stepped on the cedars that grew in the crevices of the rock walls, and climbed down with his bare hands from the rock formations that spread down layer by layer.

It's fast.

It only took half an hour to enter the Valley of Fog and Concealment.

And it also takes into account the mood of the White Mist Miko... It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.

It's still a little weird, though.

The white mist god son's body was soft, and he didn't know what was wrong.

Xicheng looked back.

He found that the white mist miko, who still had tears on his face, had slept peacefully.

The slender body was sinking along with the quiet breathing.

Not bad.

It seemed that her steady movements made her very reassured, so she fell asleep directly.

And it's no wonder.

Nishijo had a hobby of mountaineering in his last life, so it can be said that he is well versed in this way.

The White Mist Divine Son's reaction was also expected by him.

Just as Nishijo-style was thinking like this-

From the reeds and grass, the monster with the human head and frog body was directly pounced.

Slippery skin surface, green and white rotten flesh.

The part of the other party that belongs to the 'human head' doesn't know if it was gnawed by something, and the other ** has a purple and smelly human brain, which makes people frown their eyebrows when they look at it.

It is exactly the same as the living remains in the sewage of the mountain gate in front of it, and it is also a feeling of being alive.

However, the white and yellow eyeballs have long been unable to see the slightest brilliance.

Apparently... This is the remains.

Seeing that Xicheng dodged this blow, the other party immediately jumped up again, and his black teeth bit at his neck.

Xicheng-style squinted his eyes, and his right hand shook-

The mist of the white coffin and the pitch-black death aura condensed on his right hand!

and make a knife in his right hand.

Xicheng-style foot is wrong, the body is slightly sideways, and the hand knife is horizontal!

Poof-

The ground was covered with dirty black blood.

Centered on the mouth.

The human head of the frog body was smoothly split into two halves, and the two halves of the corpse fell with blood in its tugs.

Plasma explosion –

This seems to be a signal.

Nishijo sensed it.

It seems to smell the heavy smell of blood.

In the Valley of the Fog...

Those horrible things...

Woke up.