Determined, Rodin followed Lincoln to the open space outside the cabin, looked at his back, and inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, wanting to capture it, but there was no trace of it like a mirror. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lincoln stopped and said, "The reason why the fog demon is so difficult to deal with is its elusive and unpredictable atomization ability, if we can limit its atomization ability, then do you think it is still so tricky?"

Rodin thought for a moment and returned, "You mean, you have a way to control it?"

"Not bad. Not only can I trap the fog demon with this method, but as long as the demon spirit enters my urn, he will definitely be unable to escape. As soon as he finished speaking, he handed Rodin a small sack of burlap.

Rodin took it in his hand and flipped it, "What is it?"

"You might as well open it and take a look. “

Two small orange vials the length of an index finger and the size of half a fist were placed in front of Rodin, one of which was filled with a shiny pale gold liquid, and the other contained some white powder. Hold it in your hand, fluttering.

"What is this?"

Lincoln couldn't help but smile proudly and said, "This is your magic weapon for victory—Shaping Sand and Spirit Slaughtering Oil." ”

He stretched out his hand to signal Rodin not to speak, and then explained: "As the name suggests, the fixed sand is the ability to restrain fog demons, ghosts, demons and the like that can turn the body into a spirit. You only need to sprinkle the powder on the fog demon, and its atomization ability will be invalid, and when the time comes, it will be simple. “

"As for the Spirit Slayer Oil, it is a poison that is specifically aimed at spirits, and if you apply it to a weapon, it can cause extra damage to spirits. ”

Rodin was surprised and asked, "Why do you need me to do it for you when you have these things?"

"I'll go with you, too, but you're the main force. As long as you bring the head of the fog demon, I will help you go into the water to pick the heart grass, safe and fast. Lincoln's products must be high-quality!"

Rodin felt as if he had fallen into a trap that had been laid a long time ago, and Lincoln must have something to hide from him.

"I have no long things, what is there for him to covet? Is this also a test?"

Thinking so, Rodin responded, "Okay, I promise you." ”

"But, the forest is so big, where do I go to find the fog demon?"

"Well, I know of a fog demon's lair, it's not far from here, I'll take you there when everything is ready. ”

"How do you use this Spirit Slaughter Oil, apply it directly to the weapon, and how long does its effect last?"

Soon after, after the discussion, Rodin followed Lincoln out of the lake. The two of them went all the way west and entered the forest again.

"How long have you been living alone in the forest?"

"I've only been here for about half a year. The forest is rich in products, food and clothing, all kinds of wild vegetables and dried fruits, swimming in the water, flying in the sky, running on the ground, everything. ”

"About half a year?"

"I just came in for a day, and I touched the wild wolf and the fog demon. You've lived so long and you've seen more mysterious creatures, right?"

"Of course, this forest is hundreds of miles in circumference, and it is not only the home of ordinary beasts, but I have also seen a lot of exotic flowers and plants, and rare and exotic beasts. Most of them aren't friendly guys, though. ”

"Let's talk about it, I'm interested in this. ”

The two walked and chatted, and before they knew it, they came to a dark and dark hole with a diameter just enough to accommodate one person. Illuminated by the sunlight, which was divided into countless fragments by dense foliage, a cool and humid breeze blew out of the cave from time to time.

Rodin pulled out "Erwin" and dripped the Spirit Slaughter Oil on it, smearing it in great detail. The oil was also peculiar, and when blown by the light, it became a thin film like skin, clinging to the blade of the sword.

Rodin glanced into the cave, and the deep darkness could not help but produce a trace of timidity. Gritting his teeth, he cheered himself up and took the torch from Lincoln's hand. Before entering the cave, he glanced at Lincoln deeply, and said in a heavy tone, "If I don't return, can you help me go to Hidden Town to give a message to someone." ”

Lincoln glanced at him strangely, "Okay, you say, though I don't think it's needed at all." ”

"Tell the lady of Melissa's tavern to tell her not to wait for me, and you will say that I went to the Sith Empire in the southeast to serve as a soldier and will never come back. ”

"Tsk, you're gone, I'll take good care of her for you. ”

"No, that's not what I meant. ”

"What's the, you can't get in?" Lincoln pushed Rodin on the back helplessly and angrily, why didn't he see that this young man had the potential to chatter?

"Okay, I'll go in right and say one more thing, and you let me say one more thing. ”

"Can you give me some more shaping powder when I come out?"

"Let's go!" Lincoln kicked Rodin lightly, and Rodin got into the hole, secretly happy in his heart, and his nervousness was slightly relieved. The entrance to the cave is a slope of about 30 degrees, the ground is slightly wet, and it looks like you sit directly on the ground and go down ten meters, and the ground becomes flat again.

Rodin looked around with a torch and saw stalagmites, gravel, and small puddles of varying shades.

The space was narrow and confined but fortunately there were no branches, and Rodin walked forward, trying to restrain his footsteps. As I walked, I suddenly kicked a bulky thing under my feet. Rodin held up the torch and shone it out, and it was a carcass of an elk with its chest and abdomen hollowed out and covered with white bones.

Looking at the rotten and deteriorated huge deer head, I couldn't help but think of a thriller movie I had seen in my previous life, Dark Invasion, and the appearance of this fog demon was extremely similar to that cave monster.

"Goo-" In the darkness not far away, a low cry like a night owl suddenly sounded. Rodin reined in his pace, bit his torch, and carefully headed towards it with a sword in one hand and a fixed sand in the other. As far as the eye could see, a deformed figure with a haunting figure appeared in view, and almost at the same time it spotted Rodin.

Suddenly, white smoke filled the air, and the fog demon came with the fog. Rodin suddenly lost his goal in his vision.

The crampness of the place was good for it, and Rodin quickly stepped back, his back pressed against the wall. The surrounding mist was rolling and scattering, and the fog demon hid in it to peep and covet. Rodin held his breath and stared, his eyes and ears listened to all directions, and he never gave him an opportunity.

After wandering for a short time, the fog demon seemed to run out of patience, and took the initiative to reveal its form and pounce on Rodin.

"Okay!" With a wave of his left hand, the fixed sand was like a goddess scattering flowers, instantly covering the fog demon. Dots of white powder are on the body, and the fog demon has not stopped, and its body has not decreased.

"Hum-" The sword roared lightly, a pool of autumn water swept in front of him, and in an instant, the body of the fog demon was covered with white smoke, as if it wanted to mist and dodge, but there was only a futile and unstable flicker, the blade of the sword and the body, dark green blood splashed out, and it was suddenly blocked by the chest and drew a deep blood mark that could be seen in the bone.

"Goo!" the fog demon was in pain, and suddenly pulled out and burst back a few meters, it seemed to want to try atomization again, Rodin was unforgiving, bullied up, the muscles on his arms were erect, and his body was half squatting and accumulating, and in an instant, a sword broke through the air, and the stabbing sword that had been practiced tens of thousands of times instantly penetrated the abdomen of the fog demon who was still hesitating.

There was a terrible wail, the fog demon's hindsight doomed the end, his ugly face revealed a hint of human despair, and he swung a claw under serious injury, while Rodin lightly retreated, dragging out the long sword by the way.

But seeing that the fog demon suddenly turned around, he pulled his legs and ran, and the wound on his chest and abdomen was bleeding, but the speed was not slow.

"Huh-" The overall situation will be decided, the excitement and uneasiness in Rodin's heart gradually faded, and he did not hesitate to raise the sword in his hand and follow the traces.

Chased all the way to the deepest part of the cavern, among the pungent excrement and the wreckage of animals and people everywhere, the terrifying head of the fog demon rested quietly against the cold wall, and Rodin held the torch to shine it, only to see its chest rise and fall slightly, like a gossamer, calmly watching the figure walking towards it step by step. Until the moment of death, cruelty and cunning went away from it, leaving only the attachment and reluctance in the eyes.

Rodin suddenly wondered with emotion whether he was just as peaceful and peaceful as he was when he died, or was he dying?

The sword is horizontal, and the fog demon is beheaded. Rodin used "Erwin" to sweep the pile of human bones that had been placed for an unknown number of years, and after sweeping them with the mentality of giving it a try, he really gained something without thinking. From the intimate clothing of a human skeleton, he pulled out a dusty drawing made of some kind of animal fur. Brushing away the dirt on it, the mountains, rivers, and territory divisions are faintly revealed.

This is a map that, in addition to the general geographical location, is marked with a number of special markings. Rodin tried to read out a certain marker on the map: "What Yan, what school?"

"Seems to be a treasure map. After a little thought, Rodin decided to find some free time to study it more carefully. The top priority was to find the stone heart grass, so he carried the head of the fog demon out of the hole.