The light of the dawn passed through the forest, stinging Wang Zhaolin's sleepy-eyed eyes, and he used his hands to shade the sun, got up from the bed made of tree vines, and packed the uneaten food back into his bag.

The whole forest is immersed in a dense purple fog, no insects and birds can be heard, and it is as silent as death, making people at a loss, not knowing where to go, it doesn't matter if he gets lost, the problem is that he has to master the movements of the beast, otherwise the enemy will be dark and bright, and it will only be more difficult to endure in the next few days, the randomness that Mo Yi said is 1/51 probability, and when it is his turn has to be decided by God.

Perhaps he could wait for the rabbit to make a trap and wait for the beast to fall into its net.

Is the beast a carnivore or a herbivore? He had never heard of this species before, so Mo Yi deliberately didn't say that he was testing the contestants?

It is impossible to judge the physical characteristics and habits of the beast, and even if the bait and setting site are perfect, the trap will be ineffective, and the error rate of the surrounding environment must be minimized.

The first thing to do is to avoid stepping on the footprints left by a certain animal last night, and dig a shallow pit about a meter away from the animal's walking route, trying not to leave any clues.

Next, dismantle the "rattan bed" where you slept on, tie a rope loop in the middle of the vine, tie the end through the main rope, tie it to a tree, and connect the other end to the rattan net placed on the soil pit as a trigger mechanism.

The traps set up should be camouflaged to make them work better, and the dead leaves and branches scattered everywhere in the jungle should be spread on the rattan nets without arousing the suspicion of the prey.

In order to avoid being stepped on by mistake, Wang Zhaolin carved a lot of pointing arrows on the trunk of the tree, and after setting up the trap, he hid in a bush, waiting for the beast to take the bait.

He has already thought of two plans: first, if he catches a small animal, it can be cooked as a ration for the third day. Second, if you can really catch the beast, it is not excluded that it will stimulate its survival instinct and try its best to break free, and then it will definitely be a fierce battle.

I wonder why Mo Yi uses damage to measure the outcome of the match? Could it be that the beast has the incorruptible body of King Kong? She is not worried that the recorder will be damaged due to the fierce fight?

There are too many uncertainties in this selection competition, if he can't beat the beast, he would rather escape from the battle than launch a distress flare, which will not only lose his pocket, but also gossip, at least he can't embarrass the villagers in Suhua Village.

As the waiting time grew, Wang Zhaolin felt a little bored and wanted to hum a little song to relieve his boredom, but at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, he hurriedly swallowed his saliva, held his breath and condensed, and tightened the Tiankun scabbard in his hand.

Who knew that things did not go as he expected, a scream pierced the sky, and he knew that he had arrested the wrong person.

The man was trapped by the rattan net hanging from the tree, and he waved his hands hard to call for help, and when he saw Wang Zhaolin leaning out of the bushes, he immediately understood everything.

"It's a trap you've set, you idiot!"

Wang Zhaolin scratched his head apologetically: "I made a mark on the trunk of the tree!

"The purple mist is so big, who can see it clearly?"

"I'm sorry, brother, I'll let you down. With that, Wang Zhaolin used the Empty Abyss Sword to cut off the trap vine.

"It's amazing how little common sense you have, and you look like a hillbilly. The man broke free from the rattan net and rubbed his aching buttocks.

Wang Zhaolin introduced himself as a native of Suhua Village, who claimed to be Yan Zhiyu and an adventurous traveler from Wanyang.

"Sure enough, you don't even know what the beast is, and you still want to use a trap to catch it, it's naïve. Yan Zhiyu couldn't stop laughing, until Wang Zhaolin scolded him sternly, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and explained that the Yan Beast was not a living thing, but an imitation beast made of materials such as dark iron and red steel.

"Since the beast's movements are irregular, who will be the one behind it?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't be here. Yan Zhiyu sighed, "On the first day, five people were eliminated, and one person was only 100 meters away from me, only to see a fireworks in the sky. ”

Yan Zhiyu's description was so similar to what Wang Zhaolin saw last night that he suspected that the two were very close at that time, but this was only speculation, just like the inference made by the other party based on his physical condition.

"It seems that the Forest of Purple Mist is even weirder than I imagined!"

"What do you mean by that?" Wang Zhaolin shrank back, avoiding Yan Zhiyu's stern gaze.

"Did you sleep soundly last night, did you feel itchy all over your body, tossed and turned by the sound of insects and frogs?"

"Of course not!

"It's the same as me, but it's very unusual for any forest with a complete biological chain. Yan Zhiyu said as he walked, "Not only are there no beasts, small mammals, or birds in the Purple Mist Forest, but there are also no insects, frogs, or even mosquitoes, do you know what this means?"

"Brother Yan, don't sell it. Wang Zhaolin pushed aside the weeds and kept up with Yan Zhiyu's footsteps.

"I guess this forest must have experienced some kind of catastrophe before, causing all the animals to either die or flee the area. ”

The two of them stayed where they were for a while to recuperate, and then continued on their way, the purple mist in the forest was getting thicker and thicker, the trees were becoming more and more sparse, revealing bare mountain passes, several rusty railroad tracks leading to the bottom of the slope, and five minecarts were parked crookedly next to the huge door, one of which was full of ashes, like the waste left behind by the burning of some kind of ore.

"This thing is rhombic ash. Yan Zhiyu came to the minecart and grabbed a handful of black powder and sprinkled it on the ground.

"It looks like this is a long-abandoned mine. Wang Zhaolin looked up at the car door.

"What? Do you want to go in and have a look?" Yan Zhiyu saw that the switch had already been damaged, so he tried to break the car door, but he couldn't push it alone, so he called Wang Zhaolin to come and help.

Under the joint action of the two people, only a loud "quack" was heard, and the car door was pushed open a gap just enough for them to pass through.

The inside of the mine was pitch black, and the cold wind blew through Wang Zhaolin's ears, freezing so cold that he could barely take a step, and when he was about to retreat, Yan Zhiyu took out a flashlight from his bag and smiled extremely contemptuously.

"That's not right! Mo Yi obviously didn't send it to us, how can you have this thing?" Wang Zhaolin was surprised.

"As a qualified adventure traveler, isn't it normal to prepare a few wilderness survival tools in advance?" Yan Zhiyu turned on the flashlight switch and said with a smile, "She only gave us one day's rations, which means that we have to figure out our own ways for the remaining six days." ”

"As you said, there are no creatures to hunt in the Forest of Purple Mist. ”

"Seven days don't starve to death – but hunger pushes us to kill each other. Yan Zhiyu walked meaningfully into the depths of the mine, "If you can't find water, it's really hard to survive." ”

"Only stalactites can store a lot of water, and it's mainly granite here, so there's no point in going any further!" Wang Zhaolin stopped and touched the rock wall.

"Of course it makes sense, you see—"

With the help of the light of the flashlight, Wang Zhaolin caught a glimpse of a collapsed pile of rubble, where about dozens of skeletons were buried deeply, and he was so shocked that his hair stood on end, and he approached Yan Zhiyu beside him.

There was another complete fork to the right of the collapse, and at the end of the broken tracks was an open door, and a foundation stone was embedded in the rock wall, which read:

Mingye Mining (Haojun) Co., Ltd., November 3, 706 A.D.

The inside of the door was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, but fortunately, there was a torch stand hanging on the wall every few steps, and Yan Zhiyu could light it with a match, but the kerosene was limited, and the fire was very dim. They had to quicken their pace and walk up the steps to the top of the pit, both nervous and excited, because the rock was different from the outside world, transparent and reflected a purple glow.

The suspension bridge leading to the control room had long since been broken, and the two had to jump to the opposite side in a flash, and in front of an observation deck was full of digging tools, safety ladders, and all kinds of construction debris, and there were scorched marks everywhere, and the thick fog choked people's throats, and if the pit was well lit, it seemed to be a smoky scene.

Leaning on the seat in the duty room was a skeleton with a dagger in his chest, and he had a record of equipment maintenance, the first few pages of which were written about the mechanical inspections, but the last page of which was about a terrible mining disaster.

November 3, 711 A.D

Due to XX drunkenness and operation errors, the gas in the harmless treatment tank leaked, mixed with the air and exploded, many people died, and the survivors did not wait for the rescue, and I didn't want to live......

At this point, the mystery of the purple mist has been revealed. The purple mist that permeates the forest comes from this mine, and rhombic ore is a fossil fuel that needs to be processed and extracted to be widely used in production activities, and a large amount of purple mist is released in the process, which is harmless to humans but extremely deadly to various animals.

Originally, this mine had equipment to purify the abandoned diamond mine, but a miner caused irreparable consequences, causing an ecological disaster, from which the Forest of Purple Mist got its name.

The last paragraph of the maintenance record still made Wang Zhaolin deeply uneasy, there were still a small number of people who survived the mining disaster, and they could not wait for rescue, they should have starved to death.

When they came in, the door was obviously open! Doesn't that contradict the original words of the note?

Has anyone been here before? Or ......

At this moment, Wang Zhaolin was shocked to realize that Yan Zhiyu, who was still looking for clues at the observatory next door just now, suddenly disappeared, and he immediately pulled out the Empty Abyss Sword, raised his vigilance, and carefully lowered his posture.

There was a scratch about five millimeters deep on the door of the observation deck, mottled blood on the floor, and a flashlight that flickered in the center of the room.

It's strange, the two of them are not far apart, if Yan Zhiyu was raided, how could Wang Zhaolin not even hear the cry for help.

He picked up the flashlight on the ground and went to the lookout by the window, wanting to confirm whether Yan Zhiyu had sneaked to the bottom of the mine.

The first time everything seemed to be fine, but the second time, a vague figure running on all fours appeared, causing him to take several steps back and almost fall to the ground.

What the hell is that? Aren't all the creatures in the Forest of Purple Mist already dead?

Wang Zhaolin propped up the ground with his sword, endured his cowardice, and walked towards the door.