The fog was filled, like a white smoke burning vigorously from a chimney, Wu Wenxu stood in the fog, unable to distinguish between east and west, and the smell of blood was faintly mixed with the smell of burning objects, Wu Wenxu did not dare to act rashly, and put on the expedition goggles given by Ezreal.

The lenses of the goggles are very muddy, if it weren't for the hands of a great inventor, Wu Wenxu would have thought it was a rough and rotten stall, but wearing the goggles, the dense fog that was not visible for half a step actually became much thinner.

Wu Wenxu walked a few steps cautiously, and vaguely saw a few houses around, this fog is really strange, even Heimerdinger's limited edition goggles, it can't withstand the invasion of the legendary fog of the Shadow Island, Wu Wenxu tried to distinguish every inch of land within three steps, and suddenly remembered Ezreal and Ahri.

"Great explorer?"

Wu Wenxu shouted vigorously, and the surroundings were quiet, except for the sound of boiling water on his clothes from the rolling mist, there was no response.

Ezreal was still standing beside him just now, how could he be gone? Wu Wenxu was puzzled, and then pulled up his throat like a pot and sang: "Little fox? My dear little fox, where the hell are you~"

"Gollum!"

A big man let out an almost euphemistic, but very incomplete pentatonic singing, and the dense fog that touched Wu Wenxu's body rose violently, as if protesting against the man's singing, and like a wild ghost howling, screaming to welcome the new victims who stepped into the fog.

Will Wu Wenxu's decibels lose to the strange sound in the fog?

What are you kidding, he is famous, the lucky listener who survived the night of the dead song, the ghost-like howl fell on Wu Wenxu's ears without pain, Wu Wenxu plucked out his ear twice, and actually dug out an earwax.

Hi! I didn't expect that the girl in the cold moon had also learned to be perfunctory.

Wu Wenxu's eyes fell on the 'delicate' earwax through the cloudy goggles, and shook his head helplessly, as the thumb snapped it away, the earwax quickly disappeared in the distance of the fog, and then there was a scream of boiling water.

Ezreal and Ahri disappeared together, this is very strange, as a grasshopper on the grass, Wu Wenxu didn't think that they disappeared in order to deliberately avoid themselves, thinking of the legend of the undead in Xiao Huangmao's mouth, and the dark fog of the Shadow Island, Wu Wenxu didn't dare to take it lightly.

"Sustained!"

Wu Wenxu stopped stiffly, clenched his fists with bated breath, the perception of keen soul power would not deceive himself, and he would definitely not be mistaken, just now a shadow passed through the fog, at an extremely fast speed.

"Boom!"

A huge sound of wooden planks crashing suddenly came from the fog, startling Wu Wenxu.

The tense nerves have made Wu Wenxu's palms gradually ooze hot sweat, Wu Wenxu's fists are clenched tighter, and the collision sound from the strange fog seems to be an angry person slamming the door, and a huge black shadow swaying from side to side a dozen steps away, accompanied by fragmented, long and narrow white shadows, almost like the noon sun through the blinds, but it is a miserable white light that makes people's hearts palpitate.

Is it Sacco? Or Tyrone?

Wu Wenxu couldn't tell whether Sacco was hostile to him or not, but if Blade Shadow stabbed him in the absence of the two explorers out of loyalty to Noxus, he couldn't resist at all.

The shadow that I didn't know if it was a person or a ghost seemed to disappear into the house more than a dozen steps away, Wu Wenxu thought for a few seconds, and decided to follow the miserable white light.

Tyrone is a calm and decisive guy, if he really wants to assassinate himself, he may die in Xuege Fortress, and it is not today's turn, Wu Wenxu has always felt that his life is very hard, even harder than Xiaoqiang, so Wu Wenxu walked towards the black shadow swaying from side to side in the fog without hesitation.

The Dark Mist brought together the five Great Magisters, Wu Wenxu didn't believe that such a big movement in the fog would not attract their attention, as long as one person found out, his small life would be enough to be guaranteed.

Wu Wenxu had only taken a few steps, as if the miserable white brilliance cut by the blinds had faded a lot, to be precise, it had been closed a lot, and those lights now seemed more like narrow eyes, slowly squinting, and the fragmentary and oozing bone gray squirmed, closing into a perverted oval shape, which made Wu Wenxu's eyes appear a scene of kneading dough in the cemetery.

It's eerie, it's weird.

"Squeak ......"

The shaking huge black shadow closed for no reason, it seemed that the incoming traveler was very unwelcome, hearing the strange cry of the black shadow, in just a dozen steps, Wu Wenxu felt that he was walking on the tip of the knife, and the cold sweat on his back was wet.

The touch of the dark mist on the body was constantly moist and boiling, it was like being in a sauna and ice cubes above his head, and the excitement of ice and fire made Wu Wenxu's head dizzy, until he approached the black shadow, Wu Wenxu's pupils suddenly froze, and he scolded angrily: "Fake, it turned out to be a door!" ”

Wu Wenxu doesn't understand who is so undisciplined and pretending to be a ghost with a door shaking in the fog, do you think Lao Tzu is scared, scared?

Trembling fingers wiped the sweat around his eyes, Wu Wenxu put his hand on the door panting, the water vapor in the fog was very thick, and the fire magic particles could not be activated, maybe when he entered the house, the situation would change a little.

Wu Wenxu greeted the ancestor of Shadow Island a few times in his heart, and then began to push the door, from the decaying doorknob, it seemed to be an old house, the quaint wood was bathed in moisture, and it was very slippery to the touch, Wu Wenxu twisted the handle like holding a fish's tail, and the door that scared him a lot was immediately reluctantly exposed.

Strangely, the ghostly perverted white shadow next to the old house has disappeared without a trace, what? Where did he go, you ask? Then there is no need to ask, of course, it is to be impressed by Lao Tzu's domineering spirit, Wu Wenxu thought deeply.

But why is the pungent smell of blood and burnt in the house stronger than outside?

People will show fear when facing the unknown, and Wu Wenxu is no exception, and the only thing that makes Wu Wenxu different is that he already has a strong enough psychological quality to allow him to calmly face any strange things that appear in front of his eyes, such as now.

"Hehehe...... Young man, where are you from? ”

A faint flame suddenly lit up in the dark room where he couldn't see his fingers, it was the light of the white candle, the oil rope melted the white wax, the hot candle liquid dripped onto the wooden table, and the liquid that escaped quickly solidified, reflecting the plain white disc.

Looking along the dissolved wax, Wu Wenxu saw half of his old, emaciated and pale face.

The old guy's white hair is sparse, and the dimples on his cheeks are completely collapsed, as if a piece of flesh has been dug out raw, and the bloodless old skin is almost covered with bones, and the dense wrinkles and cigarettes wrap around the cheekbones, and there are basically lifeless cyan blood vessels, which are indescribably hideous.

Is this old thing pretending to be a ghost?

Wu Wenxu's goosebumps fell to the ground, even if he was hungry for seven or eight days, he wouldn't be so thin as he didn't even have meat, right? But the old fellow had a lot of meat on his plate......

Wu Wenxu glanced coldly at the plain white plate, and couldn't help frowning.

"Young man, do you want to have dinner with me?"

The lord stood in the dark, but the old man seemed to be able to see his subtle movements, he smiled at Wu Wenxu, poked a piece of meat with a fork, and then effortlessly cut it open with a knife and put it into his mouth.

Cutting the pieces of meat is indeed effortless.

Because it's not cooked meat at all, it's blood-drenched raw meat!

The blood from the explosion of minced meat swirled on the plate, shocking, the old man didn't care about a few drops of sticky blood on his lips, he had no beard, when Wu Wenxu saw the old guy swallow the raw meat with an unusually weird chew, and at the same time heard the sound of an inexplicable object falling.

"Curse the ice field, fresh meat is a great thing, and among the varieties of fresh meat, there is one of the most delicious foods, do you know what it is?"

The old man's lips were moving, as if they weren't moving.

Wu Wenxu stared at half of his ugly face, Gu Jing Wubo, followed by most of the raw meat on the plate, and did not speak.

"Don't you know?"

This time, Wu Wenxu was sure that his lips were moving, and the corners of half of his cheeks and lips pulled up an arc, a very stiff smile, as if he had been forcibly pulled up, Wu Wenxu's pupils contracted slightly, and he saw that the old guy's miserable lips were rapidly cracking, and the flesh was cracking.

There really isn't a drop of blood in the old man's body!

That kind of cold smile did not stop, the corners of his lips were still trying upward, until the smile turned into a cruel smile, and even his cheeks were torn open huge cracks, he didn't seem to feel pain at all, under Wu Wenxu's horrified gaze, the tip of the fork poked into the cracked flesh, and he used a knife to cut off his lip!

Still without blood, the back of the knife scraped his lips, and the old man put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee! Delicious, really delicious, young man, do you understand now? In the Cursed Ice Field, which kind of fresh meat is the most delicious food! ”

The moment the evil laughter sounded, the white candle flame burst into force, and the old man's head was finally completely exposed to Wu Wenxu's sight, Wu Wenxu looked at him, opened his mouth in surprise, and the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely.

Why did he only show half of his face in the firelight, because that head was only ...... Only half of it!

Half of the head hung in the air, directly above the rotten flesh in the saucer, and the head was grasped by a hand whiter than snow, that hand was exceptionally strong and rough, with countless veins clinging to breath, more than twice as large as a human palm, especially the slightly curved pitch-black nails, which exuded a deadly sharpness in the dim light of the candlelight.

Half of the old man's head was suddenly slammed on the wooden table, shaking three or four times like a wooden spoon, and Wu Wenxu saw clearly that the head was already empty, and it was a completely empty shell.

"I've been asleep for sixty years, and I'm hungry, but the meat of the old thing is so unpalatable, young man, why don't you satisfy my appetite?"

"Sustained!"

The sharp nails of ghost-like hands suddenly stretched out.

The candlelight was blown by the evil wind, the white wax dripped on the rotten meat, the high temperature scalded out the fat of the meat, and it became solidified in an instant, and on the oily picture, Wu Wenxu saw a red arm with thick veins and veins like maggots wriggling!

(End of chapter)