The black mist is indeed very much like a living thing, the tentacles that spread out from the black mass in the center are more agile than snakes.

Ordinary gases accumulate together, always giving people a sense of mystery, but black fog is different.

The aura on it was very cold, to be precise, it was cold, and when the four of them approached it three meters away, it was as if they had come to the icy winter in the north, which made people shiver.

What's even more exaggerated is that the tip of the nose and the tip of the eyebrows of the one-legged gold only took a few tens of seconds before a wet mist appeared on it.

It can be seen that this black fog has a great impact on the surrounding space.

"It looks like a poisonous snake!"

Tie Liwei trembled and said the image of the black mist in his eyes, a very appropriate word, almost to the other three people's hearts.

Agile like snakes, dangerous, and poisonous that could take their lives at any moment.

Uncle Feng opened his arms and stopped the three of them behind him, he had doubts about the judgment of the black mist, afraid that the three of them couldn't help but be curious, and rashly stepped forward, thus accidentally losing their lives.

This confusion was not that he didn't understand the nature of the black mist, on the contrary, Uncle Feng noticed the difference when he saw the black mist for the first time.

This is the essence of the yin qi, and what is even more terrifying is that they are alive, not those 'dead' that spread in the air, which are ubiquitous but do no damage to people.

This kind of Yin Qi that is so rich that it forms a substance, even if it is extremely fierce, is difficult to appear, and the evil mage has no ability to get it out.

Then there is only one possibility, there is an extremely powerful evil weapon in the hand of the evil mage, it produces this yin qi, and the evil items refined by the evil mage are of a very high level, otherwise it will not activate these yin qi.

"Don't come closer, I'm observing." Uncle Feng reminded again.

Unlike Tie Liwei and One-legged Jin's trembling, Ye Rong was quite excited at this time, and from the moment he stepped within ten meters of the black fog, the fluctuation meter hidden in his chest had not stopped fluctuating.

It is very rare for the fluctuation meter to fluctuate at ordinary times, and at this moment, how to prevent Ye Rong from feeling the seriousness of the situation, the black mist must have the energy that the fluctuation meter needs extremely much.

He's going to get this energy!

This is Ye Rong's thoughts at the moment, since the resentful spirit incident, Ye Rong's biggest worry in his mind is that he will become that ugly and disgusting zombie.

He boldly guessed that the mystery of his infection with the Y virus was on the fluctuator, and naturally, the solution to the puzzle of mourning also came from it.

During this time, he studied Leon's spiritual meditation and tried to communicate with the wave meter, although the results were not satisfactory, but fortunately, he still gained something.

Being able to feel its fluctuations is the best proof of this, fluctuations represent the emergence of manifestations, and once the fluctuations are continuous and stable, then the effect of communication is definitely multiplied.

Isn't that what is happening now?

Therefore, getting the black mist is tantamount to saving his life.

Uncle Feng protected the three of them and slowly retreated, until they were seven or eight meters away from the black fog, and then they stopped with confidence.

"I'll try it first!"

Uncle Feng's words were like treating Black Mist as an opponent on a par with him, which surprised Ye Rong.

Such a cautious Uncle Feng, Ye Rong saw it for the first time, that is, when he mentioned the resentful spirit, he also looked like he had nothing to do with himself, hanging high, and the clouds were light.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a yellow talisman from the worn cloth bag he carried with him, and wrote the word 'town' on it.

Ye Rong recognized that this was the most ordinary magic slaying talisman, which had a huge effect on ordinary souls or zombies.

Uncle Feng pinched the spell and did not throw it directly, but silently recited the spell, combined his middle finger and index finger into a sword trick, and drew the spell in the void, and when the invisible spell was drawn, he shouted: "Town!" ”

I saw that the yellow fu was sticking to the black mist at a very fast speed, and the yellow fu made a fire in the air, and in the process of flying in, it had changed from a page of yellow fu to a burning demon subduing weapon, and it was powerful.

"Z!"

But only a crisp 'Zizi' sound shattered the illusion of the four people, and the burning yellow talisman instantly turned into dust and dissipated into the air after making contact with the black mist tentacles.

"Come again!"

With a cold snort, Uncle Feng immediately took out another yellow talisman, only this time he bit his middle finger and wrote a talisman with the essence blood of the most yang energy.

After this spell containing Uncle Feng's essence blood was thrown into the black mist, the black mist changed again, only to see a transparent film of light appear out of thin air, forming a rectangle about two meters long and more than one meter high, shaped like a barrier, blocking the attack of the blood talisman.

The power of the blood rune was blocked by the light film, and after two or three seconds, the power disappeared, and then turned into dust again, dissipating into the air.

"Is it a coffin?" Uncle Feng pinched his chin and pondered the crux of the matter.

"What coffin? Uncle Feng, you should make it clear. "One-legged Kim really doesn't want to stay here for a moment.

He's afraid!

The Golden Twin Spears had never encountered such a surprising opponent, neither human nor ghost, just a dense mist, and surprisingly cold.

"Just now my blood talisman has broken the defense of this evil qi, and I have also seen its body, it is a coffin, I wonder if there is such a powerful evil coffin on Hong Kong Island?"

Uncle Feng expressed his doubts, but Ye Rong was stunned for a while.

Could it be that this black mist is just a product of a coffin? Doesn't that mean that there is not a lot of black fog?

I heard Uncle Feng say solemnly: "No matter what, we must find the evil mage as soon as possible, I expect that the coffin to be an evil weapon of more than five hundred years, once the evil thing refined by the evil mage is born, it will be troublesome." ”

Perhaps it was the black fog that affected Tie Liwei's judgment, and his head did not have the usual aura, so he panicked: "Then how should we find it." ”

"Stupid, of course it's surveillance footage, and you still expect me to find clues in his lair." Uncle Feng glared at Tie Liwei dissatisfiedly and scolded.

In this era, surveillance video is not very popular, except for the busy section of the city center, the rest of the small streets and alleys rely on the merchants themselves.

However, it is always a clue, the coffin is not a small object, and it is impossible to move away without realizing it.

Ye Rong looked at the black fog that was still active, and thought thoughtfully: "Then what should we do with this black fog." ”

Uncle Feng didn't care about the black fog, he was worried about the coffin behind the black fog: "Don't worry about it, without that coffin, it will disappear in a few days, the most important thing now is to track down the whereabouts of the coffin, the sooner the better!" ”

This is exactly what Ye Rong wanted, if Uncle Feng insisted on destroying the black mist, he would not be able to stop it, after all, no righteous person would need such a thick yin qi.

Tie Liwei and One-legged Jin each had a group of subordinates, seeing Uncle Feng's heavy tone, coupled with the black fog's surprise, it was breathtaking, and the two felt that the situation was serious and they had to increase the search efforts, so they began to dial the phone and dispatch people.

Uncle Feng wanted to return to Changpingzhou to make some preparations, he originally intended to ask Ye Rong to go with him, but Ye Rong used the excuse that he wanted to return to the training camp to get some things, so he and Uncle Feng parted halfway.

When the four of them left the abandoned house, they had already notified the nearby military uniforms to set up a cordon and not let anyone approach the house.

Ye Rong, who has become an inspector, is very familiar with the process of pulling the cordon in military uniforms, and if it is a major case, he must send additional personnel to take care of it.

But there are actually no clues in the underground space, and the cordon is only to prevent nearby residents from rushing into it and killing them.

When Ye Rong turned back, the military uniform outside the abandoned house had already left, Ye Rong was inevitably recognized, and he had already dressed up in disguise, and the clothes he was wearing at this moment had become wide, with a white smiley mask, and his pants were loose, which was very hip-hop.

Returning to the vicinity of the black fog again, the volatility meter unsurprisingly began to fluctuate.

Swinging one after another, tapping into Ye Rong's thoughts.

"It looks dangerous, and I can't approach it."

With a strong sense of danger and a little knowledge of exorcism, the two told Ye Rong that he should be cautious when choosing to approach the black mist.

Ye Rong was also prepared, only to see him take out a thumb-thick rope, tie the fluctuation meter to the rope, shake it a few times, and after making sure that it was fastened, he threw it towards the center of the black fog with a 'clang'.

The place where the fluctuator fell was exactly the center of the black fog, just like a heavy object falling into dust, and it landed, splashing away the surrounding black fog.

The black mist tentacles that seemed to linger and writhing ignored the eye-catching wave meter, and instead spun and bent, clinging to the rope along the edge of the wave meter.

It's like a nimble little snake, round by circle, extremely fast.

Ye Rong could see clearly that all the ropes that were rubbed by the black mist tentacles would quickly rot, and the dilapidated ones could be blown away like a gust of wind.