In the following month, there was no danger except for a single rain.

The further north you go, the grass gets thinner and thinner, the sand gradually becomes more abundant, and the lush pastures that used to be green and lush become desolate.

There were also more small hills, some bare, some grass and half rocks. The low, windy wind whined and blew and swirled around the hills, turning into a somewhat shrill whistling.

Shi Keqi grabbed the reins and walked slowly, the days became more and more monotonous and boring, and there was only one person left in the vast world to move forward, but fortunately, there was Xiaolan with him, which reduced the misery.

The steppe was foggy, and it didn't rain or morning. At first it flowed in wisps, then it became one by one, thicker and thicker, blocking the place where the eye could reach.

The white fog covered the sky and the sun, like a huge veil, covering everything on the grassland.

Everything fell into a white mist, and the chaotic smoke enveloped everything in front of him.

Shi Keqi couldn't see the situation half a meter away, and in the fog, all he saw was chaos.

The white mist was flowing, and the thick fog gradually turned into a thin veil of lightness, as if it had covered him with layer after layer, as if he had entered a psychedelic realm.

He had never seen such a big fog, and there must be demons when things are abnormal, and this sentence suddenly passed through his heart.

Shi Keqi got lost and couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, he took out the compass from his baggage, came to look in front of him, barely saw the pointer, and walked slowly in the opposite direction of the pointer.

It was not safe to walk in the fog, maybe he would fall into a pool, he would hit a boulder, he didn't want to stay in place and wait for the fog to clear, but after only a few minutes, he couldn't stand it, and the endless thick fog covered the world like a corpse cloth, making him feel suffocated and almost unable to breathe.

After walking for about an hour, Shi Keqi still couldn't get out of this thick fog, and the fog never dispersed. He felt hungry and dismounted to eat some dry food and water.

Xiaolan rarely didn't frolic, and honestly rested on his shoulder, which also made him dizzy.

Suddenly, the reins in his hands were tensed all of a sudden, because of this damn fog, he didn't dare to let go of the rope completely, for fear that the horse would run away.

Skech pulled the rope back, come back, damn the horse, don't come to the blockage at this time.

However, the horse did not come back, as if it was in a tug-of-war with him, and the neighing of horses was heard in the fog.

What's wrong with this horse, it's on the bar with me? Shi Keqi was a little puzzled, okay, you won't come back, it's not me who hurts, he pulled hard.

The horse did not move, as if it was not its head that was being pulled vigorously, but the stone.

Shi Keqi was annoyed, stuffed all the remaining dry food in his hand into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. Plus a few points of strength, and compete with this stubborn horse.

The horse ignored it, neither barking nor coming back, leaving him to exert his strength.

Things are strange, and it is impossible for a horse not to be afraid of pain, Shi Keqi thought to himself.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the strength in his hand wanted to withdraw a point, and the tight rope suddenly loosened, and there seemed to be no strength to tug war with him.

Shi Keqi's heart relaxed: Sample, you know the pain, come over obediently, don't come again, whip you with a wooden stick tonight, and let you bloom on the bar.

No, the weight was wrong, and the rope fell, and he pulled it with a hula, and a black thing fell to the ground along the rope.

Startled, he threw away the rope, took a few steps back, and immediately summoned a fireball the size of a leather ball, which tore through the fog around him, and brightened the surroundings a lot.

By the light of the fire, the lump turned out to be the head of a horse.

He squatted down before he walked and looked closely, and found that the fracture of the horse's head was very neat, like an extremely sharp serrated knife.

And the horse's body disappeared without a trace, Shi Keqi became nervous, what was it that silently ate the horse? You must know that the horse he rode was more than 900 catties, the horse's head was 70 catties, and the head was more than 800 catties after the head was deducted.

A body of more than 800 catties, just eat it for a while, or even eat it in one bite?

How big does that thing to eat a horse have to be, tens of thousands of catties? Thinking of this, Shi Keqi broke out in a cold sweat.

As for the loss of most of the dry food on the horse's back, it is a trivial matter, and there are enough pancakes to eat for a few days in the baggage on the back, at least for the time being, there is no need to think about the rations.

Little Blue suddenly stood up from Scoke's shoulder, her small eyes bursting with ruby-like light, as if she could see through the fog and see far away.

"Xiaolan, what do you see?" he asked as soon as it moved.

There was no response, and there was a sudden swish around him, a gust of wind blew, and the scraped clothes fluttered.

The fireball in Shi Keqi's hand was thrown, and the fireball tore through the thick white mist and smashed to the ground, not finding anything abnormal. The fire continued to burn, and the mist came one after another, and slammed on the fireball on the ground, making a slight sizzling sound, and after a while, the fire was extinguished.

He summoned four small fireballs at a time and smashed them in four directions, and only a few months later, his spell went one step further. Suffering grows.

The fireballs dragged their long tails and swooped forward, where they would eventually fall.

Didn't see anything.

Blue jumped off Scoke's shoulder, as if looking for something.

"Xiaolan, don't move, such a big fog is easy to get lost. ”

It whined twice, indicating that it was heard.

"The voice you promised was too small, I didn't hear it, little ancestor, but don't run around, there seems to be something in the fog. Scoch said a little worried.

It spread its legs and released a puff of water.

Shi Keqi only felt that his shoes were warm, and said angrily: "You are so young that you are always inflamed somewhere, and you can't close the water valve tightly, what should you do when you grow up and find a wife?"

It folded its feet happily, its two little paws applauded, and its mouth turned up as if to say: It doesn't matter if you can't hear it, just feel it.

The next moment, a fierce wind rushed in his face, almost cutting through the thick white mist, and a huge cyan shadow swept in.

Skech dodged, his wind-blown face aching, and a long body covered in scales swept past his ear. Then, the round torso bent, and another powerful sweep swept through the army.

He rolled to the ground a few times, and a tail as thick as a bucket several meters long suddenly slammed down.

Shi Keqi rolled a few more times, turning into a rolling gourd and narrowly dodging the blow. He didn't forget to shout in his busy schedule: "Little Blue, run!"

The speed of these three attacks is extremely fast, one after another, and if you react a little slowly, you will be killed by yourself, and you will be seriously injured if you don't die.

Taking advantage of the monster's attack, Shi Keqi finally waited for the opportunity to counterattack and smashed a fireball over.

And quickly drew his sword in his hand, looked around, the fog was too thick, covering the monster's whereabouts, and the fireball did not hit the target.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind him, and Shi Keqi backhanded a sword, and the sword was stuck.

The sword was bitten by a snake head the size of a grinding disc, and its eyes emitted an eerie yellow light that shone through the mist into Scoke's eyes.

The snake has a giant spiral horn on its head, and the neck is covered with reptilian scales.

In a trance, there is a fantastic and magnificent picture scroll unfolding in front of Shi Keqi, the moon is like a silver disk turning into fireflies, countless stars surge, merging into the surging heavenly river, and the universe is desolate.

The stars are springing, and the celestial phenomenon of the heavenly river rushing makes him fall into it and cannot extricate himself.

At this moment four more heads of snakes, a little smaller than the millstone, stretched out on each with horns, and one of them opened its bloody mouth to swallow him.

Shi Keqi remained motionless, unaware that it was a matter of life and death.

The snake's head bit down suddenly, and the lack of bite was empty.

It was Xiaolan who jumped high and knocked the snake's head away, and I don't know where it got so much strength.

A blue shadow flickered through Shi Keqi's eyes.

His head shook slightly, as if remembering something.

What is the blue shadow, so familiar?

Little Blue!

Skech let out a loud cry and finally came to his senses. The last time I was fixed by that shaman, it was also resolved by Xiaolan.

Whirring, three fireballs rose up, and as the sword was moved by the head of the strange snake, Shi Keqi withdrew his sword and cast a spell. The fireball smashed like a meteor into the head of the snake that was attacking Little Blue.

The snake dodged two fireballs, one passing by.

The temperature of the fireball was extremely high, and although it was inserted below, the strange snake was still scalded up two feet high, as if it was crying out in pain.

Skech gasped.

This is a strange snake that can't see how long it is in the fog, and the body that can be seen by light is at least ten meters.

It had ten strange hands, each with four blade-like claws.

The shaman's five-headed and ten-armed banner is depicted like this, except that the five heads on the flag are skulls.

With a bang, another fireball smashed into the face, and the strange snake shrank its five heads, dodged the fireball, and fled reflexively.

The fireball is too hot for it, and it could be a lose-lose fight for both.

Skech's sword had already been thrown there by it.

Xiao Lan rolled more than ten meters after hitting the snake's head, and quickly swam around the strange snake after getting up, as if looking for the weakness of the strange snake.

Shi Keqi breathed a sigh of relief, it was the best result for the strange snake to take the initiative to escape, but he still didn't dare to be careless, summoning two fireballs to keep attacking at any time.

"Xiaolan, come back, don't care about that spicy strip. He said that the fog was still very thick, and then the light of the fireball, he saw a small blurry figure not far away.

Xiaolan heard the master's order, roared a few times demonstratively, and ran towards Shi Keqi.

Suddenly, a long tail flicked over, strangled Xiao Lan's head and claws tightly, and disappeared without a trace.

Shi Keqi ran desperately in the direction where the tail disappeared, and the fireball in his hand was a mouse trap, and he didn't dare to send it out for fear of accidentally injuring it.

Running and running lost direction, the fog was thick, and except for the afterimage of the tail of the strange snake that could be seen in the first few steps, there was nothing to see behind it.

But Shi Keqi still ran vigorously, and he didn't stop running until his calves were numb, as if he was a tireless machine.

Where are you? He shouted loudly, hoping to see the blue figure that was clinging to him the next moment.

Only the fog in the sky flowed, and Xiaolan never appeared.

It has become an inseparable part of his life, he has lost his grandfather and never wants to lose a second loved one.

Whenever Shi Keqi went, he would inquire about his grandfather's news, but a teenager with nothing, the world is so big, it is not easy to find relatives.

He knew in his heart that this aimless probing had no effect, and every time he inquired, the disappointment in his heart increased by one point, and later he had an idea that he did not dare to think about: Grandpa might not be alive.

But no matter what, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Now even Xiaolan is gone.

He couldn't run anymore, he fell headlong to the ground and collapsed.

In this unaccompanied, hostile, murderous ghost place, collapsed. Two lines of hot tears flowed from his eyes, and the man didn't flick his tears when he had them, but he didn't reach the sad place.

I used to think that I was suffering a lot, I used to think that I had been through vicissitudes of life, and I was persevering early, and I could look down on life and death, and I would do it if I didn't accept it. You can laugh at the huge waves, and the waves are light.

But I forgot that I was still a teenager, an iron-blooded teenager who was still slowly growing up.

When another separation came, I was tired, I couldn't run, and finally I cried.

He had learned to cry silently and then endure all kinds of pain.