The Ghost Governor Forest is located in the north of Nanchi, south of the Liuguo, there is a big canyon in the middle, go all the way west along the canyon, and at the end, you can see a dense forest shrouded by the mist, this is the Ghost Forest.

Huangfu Chen set off overnight, non-stop, and finally stood at the entrance of the Ghost Governor Forest at noon on the second day. As far as the eye can see, the valley is gentle, the mountains on both sides are stacked, and the misty jungle in the middle is like a fairyland.

But Huang Fuchen knew that the more beautiful things looked, the more fatal the temptation. Those seemingly ethereal white mist are actually miasma that can kill people in an invisible miasma. Because of the topography and climate, it will not disperse all year round. A few birds occasionally flew in the sky, but they all bypassed the white mist and flew into the distance.

He turned over and dismounted, casually tied the horse rope to a small tree on one side, and exerted his strength under his feet, and Hao did not hesitate to run towards the white mist, and his tall and heroic figure disappeared into the mist after a short time, and was no longer to be seen.

In the forest, Huangfu Chen was surprised to find that it was a cold winter wax moon, and the weather was cold and frozen, but the forest was as warm as spring, and the trees were lush and leafy. As far as the eye can see, the wild grass and trees and vines grow wildly. When you look up, you can't see the sky above you at all. The dead branches and rotten leaves under the feet accumulate all year round, and the thick layer is soft, as if stepping on cotton.

With the experience of marching and fighting all year round and the innate perception of the dangerous environment, Huang Fuchen kept swinging his sword to split the obstacles in front of him, and walked carefully in the forest for about an hour, without encountering any danger, but the road under his feet became more and more difficult to walk.

Huang Fuchen knew that although there was no need to worry about beasts and birds of prey in such a forest, there was an unknown danger, and such a danger was the most unguardable.

When he came, he had already taken the pill that Qiu Mingfei had prepared for him, which could restrain the miasma in the forest, but the other unknown dangers were only on his own.

But no matter how dangerous it was, he walked firmly towards the center of the forest, because there, there was a life-saving herb that his beloved woman needed—the Nine Flowers Red Feather Grass.

The softer and softer touch under his feet, and the increasingly damp mist in front of him, with a smell of decay, gradually wafted from the air, filling his nasal passages, making people dizzy and almost nauseous.

Huang Fuchen held a sword deep and shallow in the forest, and from time to time looked down at the round thing called a compass that Qiu Ming gave in his palm.

Sometimes he really doesn't understand, Qiu Mingfei is obviously a doctor, but he can always come up with some strange objects, and he is proficient in the machine bracket formation method, and he is well versed in the art of Qimen Dunjia.

A good quiet valley, a place of birds and flowers, he was full of maze traps, and he was not afraid that one day when he was drunk and his mind was confused, he accidentally calculated himself.

But fortunately, Qiu Mingfei has this strange hobby, so that he can now directly enter the hinterland of this ghost forest without taking the wrong road.

The further he went, the more the filthy hot flashes came to his face, and Huang Fuchen couldn't help but feel happy in his heart: not far ahead must be a swampy place, and the Nine Flowers Red Feather Grass is ahead!

Thinking like this, Huang Fuchen's feet were unstable, and as soon as his body tilted, he felt a tingling pain on the back of his hand.

When I looked down, it turned out that the back of my hand had been cut out of something and there was a bloody streak on the back of my hand, and it was bubbling with blood beads outward.

Huangfu Chen has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and there are countless scars on his body, but he didn't take the small injury on the back of his hand to heart, just glanced at it, ignored it, and continued to move forward.

His only thought now was to quickly find the legendary Nine Flowers Red Feather Grass and save Shangguan Jiyue's life.

As long as he thought of the pale little face of the past, lying lifeless on the bed unconscious, and the possibility of dying at any time, his chest was as painful as a broken bone and a heart.

A faint aroma of blood wafted through the air, stimulating the senses of something in the forest. Huang Fuchen was only thinking about Shangguan Jiyue, but he didn't know that the danger was gradually approaching him at this time.

Several green vines writhed around him like living snakes, silently approaching him quickly from a distance, which was extremely strange.

In the middle of the term, a slightly thicker vine was the first to reach the feet of Huang Fuchen, but just in time for him to swing a sword to cut off the thorns in front of him, when the blade was about to hurt it, it quickly retracted, and followed unhurriedly, as if looking for an opportunity to hit with a certain blow.

Suddenly, there was an empty irregular circular quagmire in front of me.

The reason why it is said to be empty is because there are no trees growing on this meadow, and the vegetation is unknown wild grass that grows in clusters of threes and twos.

Where there are no weeds to grow, there are bubbling bubbles, and a disgusting fishy stench is blowing in the face.

"Miasma Swamp !!"

Huang Fuchen was overjoyed in his heart, and couldn't help but stop, his eyes shining around the edge of the swamp, looking for the traces of the Nine Flowers Red Feather Grass inch by inch.

Qiu Mingfei said that the nine-flowered red feather grass grows near this miasma swamp, and the red and blood-like color is easy to see.

However, after looking around the edge of the swamp, there was not the slightest trace of the red feather grass. The gaze in Huangfu Chen's eyes gradually dimmed, and a trace of disappointment crept up on his handsome face.

If you don't find the Nine Flowers Red Feather Grass, you have to look for the next miasma swamp, and if you delay here, the more dangerous Yue'er will be.

Just as he was about to abandon the swamp in front of him and walk towards the next swamp, he turned around reluctantly and glanced at the swamp again. When he retracted his gaze, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dazzling red in the weeds in the middle of the swamp.

"Nine-flowered Red Feather Grass !!"

Huang Fuchen was in an excited mood, even the usual cold and handsome face was condensed with a layer of warm color, and the gaze in the two black eyes was even more warm and abnormal, and he couldn't take his eyes off the blood-red color not far away without blinking.

However, after a moment of excitement, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. How will he get to the middle of the swamp? And how do you dig up the nine-flowered red feather grass? Qiu Mingfei said that the roots, stems, flowers, and leaves of the nine-flowered red feather grass need to be used together to have a miraculous effect. Before entering the medicine, the rhizome must not be damaged in the slightest, and the flowers and leaves must not wither and wither, otherwise, even if they are dug back, it will be useless.

Huang Fuchen's mind was on the Nine Flowers Red Feather Grass at this time, but as everyone knows, the vines that had been following him for a long time suddenly attacked him at this time, the number was so large and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to guard against it. Even though Huang Fuchen had experienced a hundred battles, he was stunned by the strange scene in front of him.

There are really evil ghosts and dryads in this ghost forest! Otherwise, why would this vine attack people as if it were alive?

Surprised in his heart, he instinctively tightened his feet, and when he looked down, he saw that a vine had wrapped around his ankle, and went up to him, trying to wrap around his waist.

The sharp barbs instantly pierced the robe and pierced into the flesh, accompanied by numbing pain, blood seeping through the shirt and dripping down. A wave of dizziness struck him, causing him to loosen his strength, and he could barely hold the long sword in his hand.