The pitch-black tower, coupled with the surrounding environment, gave me an indescribable sense of weirdness. What is this thing for? I couldn't help but shiver from the extreme cold, and it seemed that it wouldn't be long before I stood alone in front of this lighthouse. It's unreasonable, it's beyond common sense, it's not clear, it's hard to figure it out, what the is going on? Is there something wrong with my brain? What's in front of you is real? Or is it an illusion? The mind is in a mess. I wanted to leave immediately, but my feet stuck to the ground as if they were trying to back me.

Bastard! What's going on! Move, run! Su Zhenpeng, you waste! It was useless to scold myself countless times, and I stiffened in front of the lighthouse like a faithful terracotta. Could it be that this lighthouse is strange? Can the people who watched him stay here forever? Until **decay, the soul perishes? This is no joke! It feels like my vision is getting blurry, is that what NDE is talking about? Are you kidding! I just found this lighthouse!

It's obvious that this thing was made by devils, could it be that there are some precautions here to cause this situation? No, think about the devil's approach, it won't just make people unable to move to this extent, it should be a more vicious type. There must be some reason! It's not been more than two hours since I've been here, what could have made me unaware of it in such a short period of time?

Is it too early to wait? Yes, according to the time, it is still afternoon, although it is located in this kind of deep mountains and old forests in the north, the light conditions are very poor, but it should not be so dark! It's only now that I realize the changes around me, and the visibility has become lower! Everything was blurry, there was a slimy feeling on the skin, and the clothes were all sticking up. I've been in this situation before! It wasn't long ago that the night before Chen Zaihai and I met! That strange white mist! At that time, I thought that the mist was strange and stayed on the tree and did not come down, and the choice at that time was indeed the right one. Because Damn, I can't move in the fog now! At this time, we can only pray for something to come, such as the monster that chased us before, and now the door is wide open.

That night, I had been in the trees, so I could only see it from a distance. I always thought this white thing was fog, but now that I'm actually in it, it doesn't seem to be the case.

This "fog" doesn't give people a light and fluttering feeling like it's common, and it seems that my body feels sticky just because I have too much cold sweat. It feels more like a solid, but not as fixed as a real solid. When I calmed down and looked at it, I even noticed that there were countless small particles floating in the air, and it was more of a haze than a haze. The white expanse of the neighborhood is all made by these dusty ghosts.

It seems that the "white fog" has gradually been pouring up since I came here two hours ago. The fact of discovering the lighthouse shocked me too much to notice that this was already creeping into the immediate crisis. I don't know what the mechanism of action is, but I must have inhaled too much of this dust to become like this.

I can't stay here for a moment! Now I just can't move, who knows what side effects will be if I smoke too much.

A greater sense of crisis came to me, wondering if Talia had been tricked like me. But now is not the time to worry about others, in short, do your best to get out of the range of this fog.

Considering my current ability to move and experience that night, there is only one way, climb the lighthouse.

This "fog" has a wide horizontal range, but a very limited vertical range, and as long as you climb the lighthouse in front of you, you will definitely be able to run out of its sphere of influence. Although I was reluctant in every way, I didn't care about these details now, and I immediately tried to focus on my feet, but fortunately it was not so serious that I was completely unconscious, and the reaction just now should have been just a psychological effect that magnified reality.

That being said, my movements are in no way coherent, and I limp like a child who has just learned to walk. I slowly walked around to the old wooden door that was supposed to be the entrance. As I walked, I could clearly feel that my breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and with my heart rate accelerating, the next step became more difficult.

There is really something wrong with this "fog", I really can't do anything if it goes on like this, it's almost a little bit bad, this time the cold sweat is like a waterfall from every pore on my body, and I feel like I'm falling into a river. The eyelids have also become heavy, and finally there is a problem with consciousness?! As long as you open the front door again, the symptoms will improve, as long as you stick to where it goes!

Finally I walked up to the old wooden door, and then I just had to open the door and climb up. I really didn't have the energy to think about whether I would have the strength to climb the lighthouse in the future, and now all I could think about was open the door, open the door, open the door. My hand was on the somewhat rotten handle, and I turned as if I was going to use the last strength of my life, once, no response, twice, motionless, three times, and I couldn't feel the doorknob anymore.

The hell I played a big joke on me, this little devil actually locked the door! I have thoroughly understood the problem of the little devil's cautiousness! Normally, if there is such a half-destroyed wooden door, I can solve it with just a casual kick, but now this situation is definitely not possible.

I fell so powerlessly towards the ground behind me, my consciousness gradually drifted away from me, and finally I didn't open the door. Damn, Lao Tzu has thought of countless ways to die, but he didn't expect to die in front of this kind of wooden door so inexplicably, I really don't know what Chen Zaihai's expression would be if he saw it.

In the end, I don't know if I was really hallucinating, but in a daze, I saw that the wooden door slowly opened by itself, and the creaking sound came to my ears, and I tried to twist my neck to look in the direction of the door, but unfortunately my realization was completely interrupted here

"Ahh Ha-a-ha! "I woke up in a pang of excruciating muscle spasms.

My chest was hot and my mouth felt dry. What's wrong with me? I remember that I had been hit in that "fog" before, and I didn't try to get out of it, and finally I had to fall weakly in front of the door of the lighthouse. Why am I still alive now? There must be some toxic substance in the "fog", I am really careless, I have not really encountered it in several previous forest surveys. Most of the forest is poisonous, and countless plants and animals decay and decompose, so it is not surprising that anything emerges from them.

But who asked me? Where am I now? While it's good to be alive, lying around in such a dangerous place is definitely the most dangerous and stupid thing to do.

As soon as I thought about it, I tried to sit up, at least to figure out what this place was. Fortunately, there was a window in this place, and I was not in a coma for long, the faint moonlight shining in from the outside reflected the mottled concrete, the small space, and the musty smell of heavy objects irritating my nasal passages.

This is supposed to be the caretaker's rest room inside the lighthouse. I could see the rotten, smelly bed and table, the boxy marching bedding, a scrapped radio, and even a half-black stone-like nest and a kettle on the table.

I didn't expect there to be such a strong atmosphere of life here, and the owner of this house seems to have gone out for something and never came back. Everything in this is frozen at that moment.,Decades have passed.,What's added is only dust and **.,What's even more amazing is that there is a broken electric light on the roof of the room.。

The devil also gave this place electricity? We didn't see any power generation facilities or power lines along the way. Did little Japan install a generator for this little lighthouse?

What's more, I've always felt strange since I woke up, and I always felt that this room was a little different from what I had seen Japanese people before. After observing it for a long time, it dawned on me that this fucking room was the same as the tower outside, and it was inexplicably pitch black from the inside out.

This kind of black doesn't seem to be dyed, but it feels more like it's seeping out of the wall, which makes people very disobedient. Shaking off that creepy thought, I began to pay attention to the place where I was sitting.

The place where I woke up was the corner of this room, and there were obvious traces of drag on the side, which extended to the door, and it seemed that someone had pulled me here from the outside, but this person should not have much strength, and there were signs of pause in the short distance of a few meters from the door to here. Or is he a woman with little strength at all? For a moment, I thought about whether it would be Lin Yiru, and immediately even laughed myself. What am I doing to be amorous, not to mention that she can't be here, and even if she is, she is not obliged to risk such a big danger outside to save me.

Just after carefully searching the room, I already felt my heart beat significantly faster, my limbs were weak and I even felt like I was going to vomit, what was in the fog of the damn. I slapped myself lightly, it was not a joke to faint at this time, I had to contact Chen Zaihai immediately to confirm their condition.

Just then, I suddenly heard obvious footsteps outside the room, and it seemed that my heart was not slowing down for a short time.

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