The sixth day of the Challenge Festival. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the map of the hunting grounds drawn for the top management of the Hunting Festival, a vast area of more than 300 kilometers south of the boundary between the inner and outer marshes was included in the scope of the competition. Compared to the more than 100 kilometers of horizontal exhibition, this depth is inevitably too deep, as if the Hunters' Guild had already foreseen what they could find here.

The map was redesigned by the Morin family after they took over the lead of the game, or they were prepared for it and came up with the plan on the day they won the exhibition match. The head of the City Lord's Mansion once ridiculed Mo Lin for being "not big and ambitious" when he saw the map, and to this day, no one has ever set foot in the vast quagmire in the middle of the arena, and if the information sent back by the white cat falls into the hands of the City Lord's Mansion, it will inevitably leave the Hunter Guild a laughing stock.

On the afternoon of the sixth day, after all, there was still a man who set foot on this land. The visitor was dressed in a white hunting suit, his face was covered by an ancient mask, and his leggings were tied up high, as if he was afraid of the mud on his legs. The most striking thing is the knife behind him, which is also white, the blade is only two fingers wide, but it is extremely long and straight - the knife is behind him, the handle is high above the ear, but the tip of the knife is already lower than the calf. But this man has long been accustomed to the length of the blade, and the knife is close to his back between runs, and it does not seem to be restrained at all. The man in white had been running in the mire for several hours, but the length and frequency of his legs had not changed much, and it was obvious that he still had a lot of energy left. He was running in a firm and consistent direction, as if he were attracted to a specific thing in the mire.

The man in white ran for another few dozen minutes, and the oppressive and gloomy environment of the swamp suddenly became foggy, and he stopped, stretched out a hand and hesitantly touched the air in front of him.

He didn't touch the air—right in front of the man's eyes, more than a meter away, there was a low, condensed mass of air. The air mass was like smoke coming out of a cigarette pouch pot, but it was much thicker and colder than that. The man was startled, and when he raised his eyes to look into the distance, his entire vision was already soaked in a similar air mass. In the field that should have been empty, a layer of mist had accumulated at some point, and this smoke did not appear gradually, but clearly erected a high wall formed by the mist in front of the man in white. The area covered by the smoke was clear, and the sky on this side was clear, while the visibility on the other side was not even five meters, as if an invisible force had forcibly brought the two different worlds together.

The visitor hesitated, this landscape did not look like the norm in the swamp no matter how it looked, but what he needed was on the other side of the fog. The white-clothed man was hesitating in his heart, and the fog in front of him suddenly flickered slightly, stirring irregularly. Without hesitation, the man pulled out the sword behind his back, and the silver sword slashed around him like a stream, and he made a tactical posture between breaths.

There was a swelling in the mist, and a young man really ran out, the young man looked quite embarrassed, his hair that should have been tied at the back of his head was scattered on his shoulders, his black tights were also stained with mud and grass ash, and only the occasional cold glow from a long non-standard knife in his hand could prove that this person was not an idle person.

The man in white did not hesitate at all, and at the first sight of the young man, he stepped forward, his footwork fluttered like a ghost, and the sword was actually across the opponent's neck in an instant.

"Is this what you did?" The voice of the man in white was erratic and light.

The young man had just escaped from the mist, and before he could gain a firm footing, he felt a chill in his neck, and he was already pressed against his throat by a long knife. There was a panic in his eyes, and he proclaimed, "Hey, hey! Relax, I'm not a suspicious person! ”

"Did you make this fog?" The man in white still held on to his own problems.

"Me? No way. The young man waved his hand again and again, he still held the long knife in his hand, and the cold light flashed when he wielded it, this action was very misleading, and the blade of the man in white tightened a little.

"Don't!" The young man hurriedly put the war knife in front of him, and under the control of the man in white, he slowly bent down, threw it on the ground, and kicked it away from a distance, "Can you talk well now?" ”

The man in white shook the sword in his hand and did not speak again, the meaning was obvious: "If you don't answer my question, we can go on like this." ”

"Big brother...... Dude...... Senior ......" The young man changed several titles in a row, "I'm a human being, and I'm not a god knows ghost, this fog stretches for at least a few kilometers, where did I get such great powers?" ”

Seeing that the young man's tone was sincere and not fake, the man in white muttered for a moment, and still withdrew the sword from the other party's neck: "Listen to your tone, it seems that you know the origin of this mist?" ”

"Senior, should you give a name before asking?" The young man said with a dark face, "The younger generation Zhuang Dusk, the second son of the Zhuang family, I don't know the seniors ......"

"My name is Bai Bei, you know this is enough." The man in white said without sorrow or joy, "You came out of the smoke, tell me about the situation inside." ”

"I don't know exactly what's going on inside." Zhuang Dui's face drooped, he took the initiative to inform his identity, but found that the other party did not react to his family, thinking that this kind of lone master would not care about his family background, this time he could only rely on himself to deal with him, "I walked inside for less than ten minutes, and I could only see my body in the fog for a maximum of five meters, but it was definitely not empty inside." ”

"What's in there?"

"Monsters, I'm afraid it's still a monster that is good at sneak attacks." A chill ran through the young man's body, "I brought two of my men, both of whom have been dragged into the mist by something, and now I don't know if I'm alive or dead, although I escaped, I may only be a fraction of a millimeter away from death." ”

"Humph!" Bai Bei snorted from his nostrils, although he couldn't see the expression under the mask, but he didn't think it was too good, "You're here to find the ruins in the swamp, right?" ”

Zhuang Duan's eyes rolled, he wanted to deny it, but he was also taken by the power of the other party's sword, so he didn't dare to make a little talk. Bai Bei glanced at him and got his own answer from the young man's hesitation.

"There is only one treasure, give me a reason not to kill you." Without waiting for the other party to speak, the man in white said coldly.

Seeing that the other party closed his eyes, and the sword in his hand had already accumulated a killing momentum, knowing that this impermanent man in white was about to play for real, Zhuang Duan hurriedly said: "I went in once, I can be a guide for my seniors." ”

"You've only been in for ten minutes, and you've lost two of your men, and you won't find any safe way out." Bai Bei's voice was indifferent and indifferent, and the sword in his hand slowly raised.

"Senior, I may know the origin of this fog!" Zhuang Du was ruthless, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "I'm not sure, but this fog seems to be caused by a monster." ”

The tip of the man in white's knife paused in front of Zhuang Dui's face.