Chapter Twenty-Three: Please Enter the Urn

There was smoke or fog under our feet, we couldn't tell clearly, only a piece of gray was seen, and a large forest was connected with the low mountain under my feet, front and back, wrapped tightly, but strangely, the other side of the low mountain was still beautiful, so clear that even the grasshoppers in the grass were faintly visible.

"Have you seen this fog all these days?" , I glanced at the gray fog that was already approaching my feet and asked Huya;

Hu Ya didn't answer, looked at me a little confused, turned her head and looked at the black bull again;

Only then did I realize that this kind of question should be the first to ask the big black bull, who has been struggling here for more than a year, not the tiger girl, but when I turned my head to look, the big black bull was staring at me with bloody red eyes, as if I had thrown their children into the well.

"Shanna is asking if you've ever seen this smoke?" , Hu Ya helplessly asked Hei Niu for me, but in exchange for shaking her head:

"There's... There were, but no... Not... Not so... It's so big", the black bull heard the voice of the tiger girl, and immediately changed his face and stammered in reply;

"Is the fog here poisonous?" , I asked the black bull, and when the grandson heard this, he put on a stinky face at me like a trick;

"Tell me, is this fog poisonous?" , Huya's words seem to be a holy decree to the black bull;

"We'll see... Seeing the smoke... Oh, he said the fog... Not... It's not poisonous", the black bull was a little anxious, the more anxious he was, the more speechless he became, until his face was flushed, and he was stunned to suffocate his dark face by three points.

"Pass down, wet your clothes with water from the jug to cover your mouth and nose in case of accidents, everyone get closer, and strengthen your vigilance against enemy attacks in the fog";

I whispered to the white robe beside me, followed by a series of words;

Originally, according to Huya's estimate, we rushed to the top of the wolf smoke mountain, and if nothing happened, we could walk for another two hours to meet our teammates, but people were not as good as the sky to catch up with such a strange fog, which had to make me wary;

Almost instantly, the mist had invaded the hill we were on, and covered the other end behind us unsuspectingly, but strangely enough, the fog only stopped at the foot of the hill at the other end of the hill, as if by spell, it did not take a step forward into the dense forest at that end!

"Let's speed up a little faster, we will soon reach the wolf smoke hill along the mountain", Huya whispered to me in the fog, Rao is only two or three meters away, but I can only see her blurry figure in the fog;

"No, it's too easy to get an accident, not to mention the danger of getting lost around this small hill, even if it's those small breaks a few meters high... Now we can't reduce the number of people anymore, especially if there are no more wounded, our burden is already very great", I returned to the shadow in the room;

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the visibility had dropped to the point where everything in front of me was gray except for myself, and even the white robe beside me disappeared into the fog;

The moisture in this mist is very comfortable on the body, and it is nothing like inhaling in the nose, and in a few moments I will order everyone to take off the clothes covering their mouths and noses, but still tell everyone not to move, and now in this visibility, any moving object will be our preferred object to kill, whatever it may be;

I lay on the ground, and from time to time there was a burning pain under me, and I secretly cursed in my heart that the black bull had just kicked me to the ground and boneless, and he must have bruised somewhere;

"Shanna, this fog is not quite right", Huya's voice sounded;

"How?";

"It's like you're on fire"; Huya said;

"You feel that way, too?" If everyone is like this, then this fog must be poisonous, but it is also strange to say, the mist inhales into the body but does not feel anything, and the back is fine, but the skin under the body touching the ground will have a burning sensation;

I sat up from the ground excitedly, and hurriedly looked at my little belly, the skin on my waist exposed outside the clothes had already turned red, and then I looked at the ground where I had just been lying down, but I found that the ground where I had been lying faintly revealed a strange white, and there was a little powdery dust floating on the surface, I concluded! That's not soil!

I suddenly realized what was wrong with this fog!

In other words, the white soil is not a big problem, and the fog is not poisonous, but once the water vapor in the fog touches this white soil, it will form a substance similar to lime, which will immediately burn the skin!

No wonder the pain of the contusion on his face just now drilled into his heart one by one, and he dared to be in love;

"Damn, this soil is not right!" I shouted and immediately tried to get up, but my legs were weak and I could only kneel on the ground with my hands propped up;

"Let them all get up, try not to touch the ground, and retreat to the foot of the mountain where they came, you can't stay on this mountain, and those who carry water cans, don't spill the water if you don't want to die", I shouted a few times into the fog, and I didn't care if there was any enemy in the fog, so I pulled the white robe under me and ran down the mountain;

"Shanna, why don't you run to the other side of the mountain?" Behind her, the tiger girl shouted to me while urging the white-robed people to stand up and follow;

"Still don't understand? The other party is forcing us to run to a fogless place, which must be more terrible than now! ”;

I turned upside down and shouted behind me, shouting and glad that I knew a little more about chemistry than these natives, but I couldn't tell that the soil under me was bad, and I thought that the house was poisonous... The only option is to retreat into the fogless forest...

In our hearts, we can almost conclude that as long as our front feet enter the fogless forest, the back feet will die tragically inside, which is the simplest trick to invite you into the urn;

But even though I analyzed it in my own heart, the vast white fog in front of me still made me feel uncertain...

In case of a mistake in my own judgment, I may have to give an account of a dozen lives and myself, and then in a few days I will be dissolved into a skeleton by this lime powder-like thing, and the white bones will completely melt into this gray-white wilderness.

I'm glad I haven't given up on shoes for many years, even though the straw sandals I made are abrasive and unwearable, but if I didn't have them... The blood blisters will be burned in an instant, and we will "dance" on this dangerous ground;

But just as I and the white robe holding me were panting and rushing down the mountain, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of me, and my head hit the black shadow before I had time to react.