Without answering Wu Ming's question, the white old man fell silent. The www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion raised his head for a long time, looked at Wu Ming and said.

"It's a cursed place, we're nothing more than a bunch of cursed people, you can call us the Fog People. This small island is shrouded in fog all year round, and one day a month the fog will lift.

You outsiders, you happened to meet this day. Now that the day is almost over, you may only be able to wait until next month. ”

As soon as the old man's words fell, a white mist floated on the sea. In a few moments, the sea was gone, leaving behind a thick fog that could not be seen clearly.

"If I can come in by chance, there should be someone else coming in as well. Somebody will leave! Let's talk about how they left! ”

glanced at Wu Ming and slowly spoke.

"Endless years, there are also a lot of outsiders coming. They often wait until the day of the month, and the people who walk into the fog will float their bodies the next day. ”

"I don't have that much time, I can't wait for a month, is there no other way to leave?"

"There is still a way, which is to unlock the curse on the island, that is, the curse on us. If you can lift the curse on us, we Mist people will be loyal to you for generations."

"Tell me how to break the seal, I'll give it a try anyway."

"Young outsider, come with me!"

Led by the old man, he slowly walked towards the interior of the jungle. Removing the leaves that stood in the way, the scene in front of me suddenly became clear.

The small semi-circular houses, in a clearing, seem to be a small village. Along the way, the fog people, big and small, all looked at Wu Ming and Liu Yan with curiosity.

With the old man behind him, that is, the village of the Fog Man Village. A treehouse, a veritable treehouse made of large trees and vines.

Wu Ming saw the imprint of wood magic on it, the key is that this is not a small house, it can be inhabited by people like Wu Ming and Liu Yan.

A door made of vines slowly opened, and Wu Ming, Liu Yan, and the foggy village walked over. The layout of the house is very simple, just some commonly used furniture.

Sitting on a chair, drinking tea, listening to the introduction of the Fog Man Village.

Due to the curse and the long time they have lived here, they are no longer the original race. Now they call themselves the Fog Clan, which comes from the fact that their bodies can emit a faint white mist.

The way to lift the curse is in the cave behind the Fog Village, which is the magic circle that is the source of it all. As long as you destroy this magic array, the curse can be lifted, but it's a pity that you have lived here for generations.

But you can't take a step, or you'll be cursed. Turned into white mist and dissipated on the island. Most of the white fog that shrouded the island outside was transformed by the fog man after his death, and it was only a faint layer at first.

The next morning, Wu Ming and Liu Yan were ready. Led by the Fog Man Village, he walked towards the upper cave behind.

"Whew" Liu Yan exclaimed, there is indeed a cave, but there are indeed a bunch of tombstones next to it. It seems to be very infiltrating, Liu Yan was scared.

"These are the people who are in the caves, the young outsiders. It's too late to go back now, just wait a month's work. ”

"It's so possible to retreat when you get here, and besides, I don't have the word backward in my dictionary."

With a nervous willow smoke, the two of them slowly walked into the cave. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary cave, and when you walked in, you could see the white jade floor, and the walls on both sides were lit by torches.

White torches are really rare! Looking at this torch, Wu Ming was thoughtful. Walking over slowly, the scene in front of them stunned Wu Ming and Liu Yan.

A large hall was filled with countless white coffins. Even the ceiling above the head was invisible, only the dense coffin. Although he was very surprised in his heart, Wu Ming still looked at it carefully.

"Go" pulled Liu Yan and was about to leave, but at this time, a group of people appeared at the exit. The village of the fog people, and these fog people. They all looked at Wu Ming and the others with hideous smiles, looking at the eyes of their prey.

"What's wrong with Wu Ming, what the hell is going on." Liu Yan asked suspiciously.

"What else, we're in the shadows. The tomb outside is estimated to be fake, and those who came by accident probably went to the coffin inside. ”

"Young outsider, you're smart, it's just that you're too late to wake up. The great demon god, the soul of the brave has come, please enjoy. ”

Blood began to flow from the coffins, dripping onto the ground and dripping. A blood-colored magic array began to slowly open.

"Hmph"

Picking up the Death Scythe, Wu Ming rushed towards the exit with Liu Yan.

There was a hint of disdain on each of the fog people's faces, as if they were laughing at Wu Ming's actions.

"Bang"

There seemed to be a transparent wall in front of him, and Wu Ming hit it directly. The scythe in his hand slashed at it, but it was directly bounced open, and a faint mist began to spread.

The two coffins suddenly opened, and there was nothing inside. A powerful suction force pulled Wu Ming and Liu Yan together. Only supported for a moment. The willow smoke was sucked in, and the coffin was sealed.

The mist that filled the ground made Wu Ming feel powerless. One was unstable and was directly sucked over, and the coffin was also closed.

When I opened my eyes again, everything in front of me that had turned white was already white. Wu Ming was directly sealed in the coffin.

"Bang"

A heavy punch slammed into the coffin, but the coffin lid did not move. All the methods used were useless, except for the Death Scythe that left a little mark on it.

""

burst into a foul language, and Wu Ming's heart was horizontal. He took out a bottle full of souls and thought for a moment. With a crazy smile, he directly crushed the bottle in his hand. At this time, on the throne of a palace, a man smiled.

Countless souls roared, as if they were rejoicing for freedom. But when Wu Ming took out the Death Scythe, one by one the panicked souls were directly sucked in.

The blade is emitting a faint light, and a little bit of texture is showing. Countless souls were absorbed into it, and the Death Scythe trembled slightly, as if it was leaping.

Holding the Death Scythe, Wu Ming seemed to be in great pain. Gritting his teeth, he swung the Death Scythe in his hand vigorously.

"Bang"

The Grim Reaper's scythe slashed at the lid of the coffin. The hard coffin lid was directly broken through a large hole, wielding the scythe of death. Wu Ming finally came out.