Somehow I feel that my vision of the mountains is getting more and more blurred, and the distance is getting more and more hazy, although it is the middle of the night, but the starlight of the summer night is exceptionally brilliant, especially during the day, it has just rained, and the outline of the distant mountains and woods illuminated by those stars is also faintly visible. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Could it be that I am sleepy, I rubbed my eyes, beat my spirit, or blurred, I rose a bad feeling, one of the murderous tricks of gluttonous ghosts - poisonous miasma, and asked Yuan Weichao: "You look at the tree in the distance, I can see it just now, why can't I see it clearly now?" Do you see if there is fog obscuring it? ”

"Maybe you're sleepy, your eyes are not good, and you're blinded by smearing (eye droppings), you polish your eyes and take a closer look." He was also a little sleepy, and said to me listlessly, and the hand carrying the wooden sword hung lazily, but fortunately the wooden sword was very light, and it fell to the ground when it was heavier.

As I spoke, I felt a lot more blurred, whether it was my stupid confusion or sleepy dizziness, I changed directions, towards the jungle below the mountain, where it was much clearer, and said, "It's not good, it's the poisonous mist spit out by the green ghost, which has spread from the mountain." ”

"Don't make a fuss, it's normal for a little fog in the mountains, can we run away when we see a little fog, so can you know that it's poisonous fog?" He was tired and didn't want to move.

I'm also a little skeptical of myself, it's really normal to have a little fog in the mountains, if you run when you see the fog, then this journey is really impossible to go on, but how can you tell if it's poisonous fog? I can't see if there's anything unusual about its shape, but it would be nice if there was a living creature to try it, but it's the middle of the night, and most of the living creatures are sleeping, so it would be nice if a bird could fly in and try it.

Now the fog is very thick, the high mountain in the distance has been completely hidden behind it, even if there is a stupid bird that can fly into the fog, I can't see it, my feeling is getting worse and worse, I discussed with Yuan Weichao again, and said: "If this is a poisonous fog, we will all be finished." "I show the gravity of the situation.

He observed for a while and said, "It's almost time for a shift change, so why don't you call the two of them to take a look." "He still didn't have any ideas.

I smelled a spicy, very pungent smell in my nose, it was terrible, and I couldn't tell what it looked like, but it went straight to my head, and it was floating down from the mountains, and I said, "Do you smell anything?" ”

"It smells, it's like a stinky rat fried with maggots in chili peppers." He could describe the taste.

"This must be a poisonous mist, how can an ordinary mist have such a taste." I say.

He was also moved, and said, "Wake them up and run." ”

I immediately woke up the rest of the people with a loud voice, telling them that the poisonous fog was coming and that they were running down the mountain.

After walking all afternoon, I was tired and had just slept comfortably, and I woke up with a shout, Zhang Shun also muttered: "If something is shot to death, you can get it, shout something." ”

Zheng Feng rubbed his eyes and said vaguely: "What is the poisonous fog, is it so scary?" ”

The county magistrate stood up excitedly, looked at it, and said, "Retreat to the valley." ”

Yuan Weichao pulled Long Linglong and said; "The ghost came up from the mountain, and we ran down the mountain."

I grabbed my backpack and urged them to retreat into the valley.

At night, the road can't be seen clearly, and the stumbling under the feet can't go fast, Yuan Weichao pulled Long Linglong, Zhang Shun and Zheng Feng hugged the county magistrate Long, although I am a person who has no worries, but I don't dare to run too fast, while seeing the road under my feet, I still have to go in front of the terrain, occasionally look back, the hazy fog is always not far behind us, it does not cover our heads, simply kill us at once, but also neat and happy.

We ran into a grove of trees in the valley, hoping that the branches and leaves of the dense trees could block the miasma's footsteps, and as soon as we entered the woods, Long Linglong first snorted and said, "I can't run, and my feet and feet don't obey ・・・・・ call." ”

Immediately Zhang Shun and Yuan Wei sat on the ground, panting heavily, Zhang Shun's bald head was full of sweat, I also bent over, with a big mouth, eager to breathe in the air of one side, I have never run such a long way, nor have I been so embarrassed to pant, I really can't run, or Long Linglong said, my feet don't obey the call, my legs are not commanded by the brain, poked on the ground and trembled.

As soon as we stopped, the smell of rat meat fried with chili peppers became stronger, we couldn't care so much, we needed air, even if it was poisonous, we had to breathe now, there was no way to do it.

I took a moment of respite and looked up to see that the dense foliage above my head had obscured the stars, and the light here could no longer see if the poisonous mist existed, but by the smell it was all around us.

Are we already surrounded by it?

So we're all going to die in a moment?

Reading other novels is to travel over to gain insight into the future, and become an indispensable character in that large circle, not to enjoy the rich and noble, and not to die so soon, I am unlucky, I didn't encounter anything good when I came over, and I was taken into the mountains when I met the county magistrate Long, either a monster or a ghost, and my fragile young psychology was about to collapse.

The fog is afraid of the wind, and Zhuge seniors are troublesome to borrow a gust of east wind!

Zhuge Liang doesn't have it, there are only six stinkers, as the saying goes, three stinkers top one Zhuge Liang, I don't know if these six can top one?

"This thing can't be shaken off, we're tired, it doesn't know it's tired, we use two legs, it floats and comes, it's not effortless, which of us can run over it?" Yuan Weichao said.

"Actually, how do I think it seems to be deliberately playing tricks on us, with no intention of killing us immediately." I say.

"What do you know, it's to let us run around the mountain, let us run away the fat meat by ourselves, and only taste when we eat it, there is a dish in my hometown called Pheasant, which is this way of eating, first the chicken runs all over the mountain, for five days in a row, so that the chicken is made, and the meat is the most powerful." Zheng Feng said that it has the most developed muscles among us, and he has run so far like us, but he does not have our embarrassment, and he can still straighten his waist and speak calmly.

I seem to have heard of this way of cooking, does the green ghost also have such elegance? It has no literary literacy, it does not enjoy such a superb way of eating, and the reason why it did not kill us immediately may be that it is waiting for some opportunity, or it is afraid of what we have in our hands.

I don't know what opportunity it was waiting for, but we did have two things in our hands that it was afraid of: the cypress sword.