Zhang Fan got up from the ground, looked at the empty side, and the forest that suddenly appeared not far in front of him and occupied almost the entire front, fell into a moment of silence.

He knew that this damn place would definitely not be as simple as he imagined, and now that the three of them were separated, he didn't worry much about Leng Xingyun, but Qian Lang was also better, and if he really encountered an accident, it was still unknown how it would end.

Coming back to his senses from his thoughts, Zhang Fan looked at the forest not far away and couldn't help but smile bitterly. At least Qian Lang still has fist and foot kung fu, so he should think about how to meet the two of them now.

He now seemed to be temporarily freed from the torment of his illness, so that he would not faint and starve to death.

Zhang Fan took out the switchblade he was carrying, looked around carefully, and slowly walked towards the dense forest in front of him.

At first he hesitated to go inside or take a look around the edge of the forest, but he gave up on the idea.

The reason is very simple, the jungle is sure to go in, rather than trying your luck outside and wasting your physical strength, it is better to save your physical strength to face the dangers that may exist in the dense forest. Besides, he doesn't have that much physical energy to waste.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, trying to ignore the dull pain coming from the wound, looked up at the giant tree in front of him, and then exhaled slowly.

I didn't think it before, but when Zhang Fan got closer, he saw clearly that only the edge of this forest looked safe, and there was a mist surging about five meters deep, and it was estimated that the fog would get thicker and thicker the further inside.

Zhang Fan unbuttoned his coat, tore off a piece of cloth from the liner to cover his mouth and nose, and after dressing up again, he focused on checking the lower cuffs, trouser hems, and necklines, which are easy to crawl into small insects, slowed down his breathing, and slowly walked into the fog forest.

If before Zhang Fan could still hear the sound of the wind in the wilderness and the sound of sparse herbs rubbing against the gravel on the surface, then after entering this forest for five meters, his hearing felt as if it was about to fail, except for the sound of his own footsteps and some faint sound of clothes rubbing.

Zhang Fan could barely hear any of the sounds that should exist in the forest, including but not limited to the grinding of leaves and the small chirping of insects, not even the sound of the wind.

This is not good, Zhang Fan thought, he even wondered if he had lost consciousness when he stepped into this white mist. The silence here seems to be a headless and tailless dream, and the end of the dream ends with his death.

Except for the occasional change of thickness on his side, Zhang Fan couldn't observe any effective information at all. He didn't know where he was, and even the concept of time was irrepressibly blurred.

Ignorance of time and space can lead one to a gradual drift into panic, which is the catalyst for death most of the time.

Time! Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out an ordinary pocket watch from one of the many pockets on his pants.

Two o'clock.

Unfortunately, the pocket watch seems to have stopped working, and Zhang Fan didn't even know when and what it stopped working because of carelessness.

Was it broken in the previous treacherous battles, or was there a power in this secret realm that affected its work, unique to this dense forest, or was it actually abandoned by time the moment they stepped into it? Or was it stripped from the empty river by the power of the dragon?

Will I live forever? Zhang Fan couldn't help but shake his head because of this thought, not to mention that this conjecture was simply a conclusion he came up with in a cranky way, even if it was true, who could guarantee that this immortality would let him stay here forever?

Moreover, immortality often represents endless loneliness and destined to be severed.

Zhang Fan couldn't imagine that he would wander here forever and forever, even if it was possible.

What would that make him look like?

Somehow, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered Leng Xingyun, and remembered his eyes that seemed to never fluctuate, but seemed to be always telling something.

Zhang Fan was a little distracted, in this unknown fog forest, in the dangerous fog forest.

Reality needs to teach careless young people a lesson.

When Zhang Fan came back to his senses, he had been tripped by the vines that suddenly appeared on the surface at some point, and the sudden resistance of his feet made Zhang Fan complete a feat that was almost flat on the ground.

And when he tried to wave his arm to keep his balance, he realized that his arm seemed to have been "attacked" earlier, causing it to be restrained at his sides, wide open, but unable to move.

Zhang Fan reflexively closed his eyes when his body fell uncontrollably to the ground, his heart clenched suddenly, but he was strangled in mid-air when he was about to taste the fragrance of the earth, and the wound that had not yet healed was pulled, and Zhang Fan's eyes turned white in pain, and it took a few seconds to come back to his senses.

Oh yes, he's entangled in vines now, and he can't move, but at least he won't risk breaking his phase because of his distraction.

Zhang Fan moved his ankle first, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was only tripped and not entangled.

Pull your foot out of the vines on the surface, then use a switchblade with your backhand to try to cut through the part of your arm that is wrapped around your arm.

Fortunately, the vines were not very tough, and within a few minutes, Zhang Fan regained his freedom.

Zhang Fan was glad that he hadn't lost his equipment at least because he was distracted, otherwise he might have really hanged there.

Zhang Fan looked around and found that the road had become as narrow as one and a half people in the process of his distraction, except for the trees that were still high and could not be seen, the ground on both sides of the road began to get higher and higher, reaching the root of Zhang Fan's thighs.

Dense grass and tiny vines crisscrossed the ground began to appear, and traces of these "small" creatures began to appear on the trunks, but the vines on the trunks were much thicker than those on the ground, each thicker than a finger.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Fan can cut them off so easily, instead of being entangled to death by them.

Hastily checked the clothes on his body, fortunately he didn't find any damage, and tightened the cuffs and trouser legs, Zhang Fan began to move on.

During this period, Zhang Fan tried to climb the steep slopes on both sides, but the results were all unsuccessful. Sometimes it's tripping over the vines that are already everywhere and sliding down, and sometimes it's suddenly stepping on a slippery rock and planting it down for some reason.

In short, this seemingly lifeless fog forest was consciously preventing him from stepping on any path other than the one in front of him.

Rubbing his sore arms and legs, and accidentally touching the wounds on his body, Zhang Fan had to give up the idea of finding another way with bared teeth, and walked forward honestly.

Ahead, however, there is still a thick fog, endless.