If this kind of question is not answered well, it may affect the development of the next thing, and Sherlock cannot be careless.

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't think of any positive explanation, so he could only change his concept and say: "You are not fate, how do you know that I am not qualified to be favored by fate." ”

"You ......" The girl could reiterate the essence of her question, but wouldn't it be much more boring, so she finally acquiesced to the answer.

"No matter what you do, there will be a swamp beyond that, and you will never be able to get through it without my guidance."

"There are five potions here, one of them will help you find the right path, one will take away half of your lifespan, and the other three will have different effects, but they are all beneficial and harmless." As she spoke, the girl took out five bottles of potions that looked exactly the same on the outside, and finally strongly stated that all five of them must drink them at the same time.

"What happens if we drink bottles?" Sherlock asked, deadly.

"You can try." After the girl finished speaking, her figure was swallowed up by the thick fog that did not gradually spread.

Losing half of their lifespan is indeed a great threat to the natives, but it is not a big deal for the player, and several people do not have many scruples, one of them took a cup and drank it.

Sherlock got a BUFF that lasted 12 hours of perception +1, Floating Cloud was agility +1, Little White Face was strength +1, Los got exclusive vision, and the followers of Temorrah had the worst luck this time, and an aging state hung on his body, with all attributes -30%.

"Haha, you can't do it, you have to count on me this time." Los looked at the crowd and said triumphantly.

When the fog enveloped them, Sherlock lost the sight he was proud of.

There seemed to be some kind of magic effect in this dense fog, with his high perception and the ability of frog eyes, he couldn't see anything, and now they were a swamp under their feet, and it was obvious that they couldn't escape the dangers along the way by relying on their hearing alone, so they could only lead the corners of Loth's clothes and move forward slowly.

In fact, Loes's exclusive vision is not very strong, he can only see things within three yards of him, and he is careful with every step, so the speed of progress is not fast.

After walking for about three minutes, they faintly heard faint footsteps coming from all directions.

The sound of footsteps sounding like they were walking forward and converging towards the same midpoint, making it difficult to discern the exact direction.

Finally, when the footsteps became clearer and clearer, Los saw five groups of figures standing in one place through the fog, their leader twisting his neck and looking around.

"I went, I didn't expect there to be other people, it looks like they should all be players." Los carefully reminded the team behind him.

"Hey!" He shouted loudly, and was about to say hello to the rest of the group, when the sound of wings flapping suddenly sounded from them.

"It's butter flying insects, be careful."

The insect monsters in the Forgotten Realms are quite troublesome, because there are thousands of them when they appear, and they can't be killed, and the butter tree fly is a typical representative of it.

The butter tree fly's abdomen sprays a corrosive yellow viscous liquid, which is like a mixture of urine and water, and the female flies also have their eggs mixed in, not to mention how disgusting.

It was impossible to tell how many butter tree flies there were now, and the crowd had no intention of fighting these disgusting things, so they ran after Los towards the border of the dense fog not far away.

As for the other five teams, one chose to stop the fight, and the other four chose the same way.

It was okay to follow up with each other before, but now that he was running fast and disturbed by the many butter tree flies, Sherlock quickly became separated from the others.

"Keep going on, not far."

"Go ahead!"

"Run!"

……

A series of calls came, some of them from Los and some of the others, and he followed them quickly.

After a dozen steps, with a breeze on his cheeks, he had already passed through the thick fog.

Naturally, Los, who had exclusive vision, was the first to run out, and he was frowning at the moment and didn't know what he was thinking, when he saw Sherlock's arrival, not only did he not come forward to ask about their own situation, but he also took two steps back.

Sherlock couldn't understand the other party's abnormal performance, but he vaguely felt the strangeness revealed in it, and a swallow jumped up the tree and observed the surrounding environment.

Then, the floating clouds, the little white face and the return wind also ran out of the dense fog one after another, and the first thing they saw was the puzzled look of Los with a collected look, and their mood unconsciously became nervous.

After seeing that everyone had arrived, Los took two deep breaths before slowly talking about what he had seen.

As the only person with vision in the fog just now, he did see something weird, or weird, that is, the five teams outside of them.

At first, only figures could be seen in the distance, but for some reason, several teams were obviously moving forward, and finally they gathered in one place.

Therefore, he was able to see the faces of those figures at the moment before he ran out, the blue-skinned Sherlock, the floating clouds with the eyes of thieves and rats, the square little white face, the kind eyebrows and the handsome with a hint of chic self.

"Uh, Looth, you can describe it, can you not belittle us and elevate yourself." The little white-faced exit interrupted.

"Is this the time to think about this, so many people who are exactly like us, I don't know what kind of monster has become, what if they get into us." Loes finally got serious once, and still wanted to pretend for a while.

"How easy is it to get into ......" Before Xiao Baimian could finish his words, a golden shuriken was already on his neck.

"Sherlock, what are you doing, I'm a real person." He twisted his neck and argued, then as if he had suddenly thought of something, he immediately changed his tone and yelled, "No, you're not Sherlock, you're a monster who got in, aren't you?" ”

The atmosphere present was already a little tense, Sherlock's sudden attack, and the self-defense of the little white face made everyone's nerves completely tense, and they all drew their weapons to confront each other.

"Are monsters so high in IQ now?" Sherlock teased before he said to the other three, "Don't be nervous, I've seen it with the Truth Horizon, and you're all real." ”

This kind of behavior of targeting the minority and agreeing with the majority is often more acceptable to the majority, and the three of them who heard this believed it without thinking about it.