Qiao Anran was shocked in his heart, and the source beast was powerful, and the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the sky that was gradually darkening, as if he remembered something, and it was too late to continue to watch the scroll, and after saying a word to Wen Qingshan and Siluo, he put away the scroll and turned around and rushed down the mountain.

Qiao Anran ran ran wildly, and at the same time blamed himself in his heart for not having a sense of time, "Today's special day can be forgotten, and my mother will definitely be very worried at home." ”

The place where Qiao Anran was located was a sparsely populated remote island that belonged to the Tianyuan Continent. There are only twenty-two households on the island.

Except for his village, the island is shrouded in a thick fog of unknown origin all year round, so the villagers on the island call this island the island Misty Island.

The reason why the village is not covered by dense fog is because the location of the misty peak happens to be between the village and the dense fog, and the village is in a completely encircled shape, and the mountain peak blocks the spread of the dense fog, and their small village of only twenty-two households is located on the edge of the misty island, so that the misty peak forms a perfect protection for the village.

Misty Peak is the mountain where Qiao Anran and Siluo are preparing for awakening.

Qiao Anran learned from the communication of the people in the village that when night fell on the fifteenth day of each month, the dense fog blocked by the Misty Peak during the day would climb over the top of the mountain and rush to the village, completely enveloping the entire village.

The thick fog would last all night and would not dissipate until dawn the next day.

When the fog is thick, if a person is outside the house, they will not be able to find their way home, and when the fog clears, those who do not return home in time will be lost.

And today, it is the fifteenth day of the Tian Yuan calendar.

Qiao Anran's heart was very anxious at this time, Siluo's home was halfway up the mountain, and it wouldn't take long to get home, but his home was in the village at the foot of the mountain, and it would take several times longer than Wen Qingshan's father and son to get home.

He could have chosen to spend the night at Silo's house, but if he didn't go home, his mother would be worried, so he had to go home.

Putting aside the excess worries in his heart, Qiao Anran's pace became faster and faster, and the remarkable effect of refining the body was completely presented at this time.

If Qiao Anran had been sweating profusely and out of breath before he had run halfway up the mountain before he participated in the awakening preparations, he was already sweating profusely, out of breath, and unable to even speak, but now, he had run about three-quarters of the way from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and his body could not feel the slightest sense of exhaustion.

Although he was pleasantly surprised by the results of body refining, Qiao Anran became more and more anxious in his heart.

The foot of the mountain is in front of him, but from the foot of the mountain to his home, he needs to pass through a long forest, seeing that the sky is about to fall into complete darkness, Qiao Anran gritted his teeth and secretly exerted his strength, the stride under his feet is getting bigger and bigger, and the speed of travel is getting faster and faster.

At this time, Qiao Anran, who was bent on returning home immediately, didn't notice it at all, and as his speed gradually increased, an imperceptible golden light began to flash on his forehead.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, the sky was only showing a very faint light, and Qiao Anran did not hesitate at all, and with this extremely weak glimmer, he plunged into the already dark forest.

"Come on, Jo Anran, you can go through this forest and you will be able to get home smoothly. Qiao Anran let out an angry roar in the depths of his heart, cheering himself up.

The rumor of 'the fifteenth day of the month' had been heard countless times in his life, and at a young age, even if his mind was steady, out of instinctive reaction, he would naturally fear this terrible natural event in his heart, and now in addition to cheering himself up, he could only blame himself for not paying attention to the time at the top of the mountain.

With the help of this faint dim light projected through the shade of the trees, Qiao Anran tried his best to jump up and down in the forest, this road had been memorized by him when he was three years old, and he was naturally familiar with running.

But the truth is always cruel, and after running about a third of the way through the forest, Qiao Anran's deepest fears still happened.

The faint light in the sky, as if someone couldn't wait to extinguish it, quietly annihilated without any warning, making the entire heaven and earth completely melt into the black world.

"Bang!" Qiao Anran, who lost his sight in an instant, was completely defenseless and suddenly crashed into a big tree.

"Ahh

For Qiao Anran at this moment, it was the tree that hurt him.

Gently stroking his nose repeatedly, ignoring the pain, Qiao Anran began to slowly scan the surrounding environment, he wanted to determine his position in the forest - the moment the sky lost its brightness, Qiao Anran had begun to disbelieve the rumors circulating in the village, and he was going to go out.

For some reason, in the depths of Qiao Anran's heart, a strong belief suddenly arose inexplicably that he could leave the fog alive.

Looking up at the sky, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, and when he lost his sight, Qiao Anran could only rely on his memory of the road, and slowly used the soles of his feet to test forward step by step.

When he estimated that he had traveled a distance of about ten meters, Qiao Anran, who was moving at a rapid pace, suddenly felt a slightly lower than normal temperature of the air rushing towards his face, and it was damp.

"It's fog!" Qiao Anran's heart couldn't help but tighten, as a person born and raised in Misty Island, he could basically be described as sensitive to the appearance of fog.

He could clearly perceive that the moment he touched the thick fog, his breathing had become very rapid, and with fear, his heart began to beat violently and uncontrollably, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Whew!" Forcibly controlling his already disordered heart, Qiao Anran exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and struggled to raise his trembling right leg, wanting to continue to move forward, but at the moment of putting it down, he felt that he was kicking on a substantial object.

This fog has hardened?

Qiao Anran's heart was suddenly shocked, and there was only one thought in his mind now - this rumor was true!

Qiao Anran's body trembled even more, panting, the fear in his heart had reached a peak, and he knew very well in his heart that the kick just now was not an illusion, it really happened.

He felt the thick fog drifting in front of him, like a boulder rolling down from a great height, and he had no resistance to it, and he was so small and helpless in front of the boulder.

Qiao Anran used all his strength to raise his left palm and hold it on his right chest, because he clearly sensed that his heart had been tightly grasped by something, and as long as it wanted to, his heart would be pinched and exploded at any time.

A strong unwillingness filled Qiao Anran's heart, he didn't like this feeling of life and death being controlled, he didn't want to die, he wanted to go home to see his mother, his mother must be very worried at home at the moment, right? He hadn't become a source master yet, he hadn't experienced the feeling of having superhuman abilities, and he still had a lot to do.

Qiao Anran's heart began to become desperate, he tried his best, removed his palm from his chest, and let the feeling of his heart being squeezed do whatever he wanted in his body, he had lost all the strength to struggle, he couldn't make any wailing sound, and fell weakly in the darkness like a fallen leaf.

The extremely thick mist wet the thin clothes on Qiao Anran's body early, and he couldn't tell whether it was water droplets or tears, slowly sliding from the corners of his eyes, Qiao Anran's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he felt that he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Alas!" When Qiao Anran's eyelids were about to close, he vaguely heard a helpless sigh in the void filled with dense fog above his head: "This kid, his life is really big!"