Zhang Fan explored in the fog forest without danger, but his heart gradually calmed down.

Rather than saying that this is a dream, Zhang Fan is more inclined to believe that it is an illusion, a conscious illusion, and very lucky.

This consciousness did not intend to hurt Zhang Fan, who broke in rashly, and seemed to be deliberately guiding him to a certain place.

However, in order to prevent changes, Zhang Fan still clutched the switchblade in his hand tightly, looked around cautiously, and moved slowly.

I don't know how long later, Zhang Fan found that the scenery around him had changed again, the trees that had been endless gradually became sparse, the terrain gradually became flat, and the ground also changed from a mud road covered with vines to a gravel road with sparse vegetation, and there was a tendency to evolve towards the stone road.

The most important thing is that the white fog that originally lingered half a meter away around him has a tendency to fade, and Zhang Fan's visual range is slowly increasing.

Just when Zhang Fan thought that the dawn was just around the corner, a strong wind suddenly hit his ears, and a black shadow rushed towards him. Zhang Fan quickly sideways to dodge, withdrew his feet, and raised his hands to block.

The black shadow didn't attack, but the inertia of rushing forward was too great, and it was too close to Zhang Fan, so he still knocked down Zhang Fan's shoulder and pulled Zhang Fan's simple mask off with a slap.

Zhang Fan raised his hand to open the man's hand, found the right time to successfully hit the mysterious man who rushed forward with a punch, and was satisfied to see him fall to the ground with a bang, and then got a familiar cry of pain.

Zhang Fan looked at it, and it was Qian Lang who had been separated from him before.

I only heard Qian Lang say in a humble voice: "I regret teaching you a little...... Damn, it hurts. ”

"This," Zhang Fan said weakly, "Who made you suddenly rush over from the side, scared me to death, you can burn high incense without using the knife." ”

But despite saying so, Zhang Fan quickly helped Qian Lang up from the ground, and wanted to reach out to pat the dust off Qian Lang's body, but as soon as he put his hand, he was pushed away by Qian Lang with a hideous face.

"It hurts—it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Zhang Fan glanced up and down at Qian Lang, who was in a mess, and then looked at his clothes that were only a little dirty before, and couldn't help asking, "What's the matter with you?" Why are you so embarrassed? ”

Qian Lang glanced at him aggrievedly: "I still want to know how you act like a nobody, you scared me to death just now." ”

Zhang Fan replied: "I didn't meet anything just now, and it was quiet all the way." ”

As for the flat fall, Zhang Fan chose to forget about it.

Qian Lang couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this, and shouted: "God is unfair! I almost died! ”

At the beginning, Qian Lang, like Zhang Fan, saw the forest in front of him immediately after discovering that the three of them were separated.

Qian Lang wasn't worried about Leng Xingyun, but he couldn't let go of Zhang Fan, so he decided to take a walk around the forest first to see if he could meet Zhang Fan or Leng Xingyun.

As a result, of course, not only did he become a grandson, but he also gained nothing. Helpless, Qian Lang could only choose to go in to find someone, or find an exit.

At this moment, Qian Lang found that there was no way to go straight through the edge, no matter how wide the gap seemed to be, once he approached, it would always be blocked by the roots of trees or the almost straight slope of earth.

As a last resort, Qian Lang had to work hard to find the original entrance.

After repairing at the entrance for a while, Qian Lang took out a switchblade and walked into the dense forest with twelve points of spirit.

After walking a few steps, Qian Lang saw the slowly surging mist in front of him, and the endless road ahead.

Unlike Zhang Fan, the fog Qian Lang saw was yellow, and there was a faint fishy smell, like a musty smell, and like the smell of damp earth after rain.

After Qian Lang walked into the fog, almost instantly, the yellow mist tightly surrounded him, the visibility was not even half a meter, and no matter how he retreated, he could never return to the original entrance.

In order to avoid losing his way, Qian Lang chose to go straight forward, at least as he thought he would go straight.

At first, there was no movement, just a slight hissing sound every time he walked. At first, Qian Lang thought it was his footsteps, but gradually he began to feel that something was wrong.

He can accept "squeak", "click" or even "rustle" footsteps, but he can't accept the "hiss" sound that comes with a delay that will get louder and louder.

Cold sweat slipped from Qian Lang's forehead, along the side of his face, and slowly slid into the collar, causing a burst of itching, but Qian Lang didn't dare to move, and he was afraid that he would cause any accident if he stopped, so he could only stiffen his body and move forward mechanically, his brain was spinning wildly, trying to find out what way to deal with it.

At this time, Qian Lang finally found that the silence in this foggy forest was a bit excessive, except for the hissing sound that followed him and the sound of his own heavier and heavier breathing, he couldn't even hear his own footsteps!

Footsteps - Qian Lang suddenly found that his feet began to become more and more muddy, and his steps were heavy as if he had stepped into a swamp.

In order to prevent him from falling into the mud of the swamp or something because of fear, he tied himself up for the danger in the dark, Qian Lang stiffened his neck and took a deep breath, looked down at his situation, and then was gloriously stunned on the spot.

His calves had sunk completely into the ground, and the imaginary ground was as smooth and transparent as the surface of the water, but it was not the part of him that was on the ground, but only his stupid head and neck.

Qian Lang wasn't sure if he could get out of the current situation by retreating now, but he wanted to try, so he began to retreat slowly.

It seemed to be effective, Qian Lang was overjoyed, but his disgusting heart almost stopped by a sudden gust of fishy wind behind him.

He didn't want to describe the taste, if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't eaten for a long time and was now highly nervous, he would have vomited.

Qian Lang boldly glanced back, and a large mouth of blood shrouded over his head, and the thick fangs covered with fishy saliva shone strangely in the yellow mist.

"Lying !! Groove"

Qian Lang yelled, he didn't think about anything at the moment, and ran forward.

As he ran, the hissing sound followed, and snakes of different sizes kept slashing across his face, sideways, and even directly hitting him.

Qian Lang could feel a stench whistling past him, and after witnessing a snake almost kissing the side of his face, he simply rushed forward with his head down, leaving everything to fate.

When it finally quieted down behind him, Qian Lang opened his eyes hesitantly, slowed down after confirming that it was safe, and staggered to the ground, but when he saw what was reflected on the "ground", he was almost not frightened and fainted - snake!

Countless snakes were coiled on the ground, and his head was facing the original python's glittering eyes!