With a long howl of the timberwolves, night fell, it was a starry night, a slight coolness invaded, Rodin threw a dead branch into the fire, curled up to absorb the heat of the flames, although he was not very cold, but inexplicably enjoyed such a gesture. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Wolf, wolf, don't come to me. Hopefully the fire really works. Rodin prayed in his heart for a while, and unconsciously began to recall all the things that had happened after the crossing, and after some thought, he finally thought of Melissa.

If she didn't go back to dinner tonight and didn't let me know, would she be in a hurry?

The night was as cold as water, Rodin indulged in his imagination, and a hazy mist quietly rose in the forest, as if it had life, slowly, wrapped around Rodin, the original insects chirping like weaving, suddenly silent, a strange silence. When Rodin came back to his senses, his vision was filled with a blank white mist, and the scenery was all looming, and it was impossible to see it really, except for a pile of vigorous firewood.

"What's the situation, I didn't wait for the wolf, but waited for this strange white mist, it can't be that there are some monsters at work, right?" The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, Rodin couldn't help but throw a few more dead branches into the fire, clenched "Erwin", held his breath, and waited solemnly.

He felt the mist gently brushing his body, like a cold, miserable white hand, slowly and carefully brushing his body, causing goosebumps all over his body, and he shivered involuntarily.

Rodin stood up suddenly, hurriedly stirred up the resin, made a rudimentary torch, and waved it around, but the fog was so thick that the white expanse obscured the vision.

The restlessness grows stronger.

"No, you have to get out of this fog. "I watched too many horror movies about smoke in my last life, and Rodin was so affected that he packed up his things and ran in one direction non-stop.

He was like electricity, and in the blink of an eye, he was in the mist. Although the fog was thick, the area was unusually small.

Holding a torch, he stood outside the fog and looked inside, only to see a strange wriggling of the fog, like a living object. Rodin looked around the fog for a while, and suddenly made a discovery.

"What's that?"

In an instant, a figure sped through the mist in front of him. I can't really see it, in general, I am a **** person, my whole body seems to be wrapped in mist, my hands are over my knees, I am a little too long, and my chin, head, and ears are also sharp and long.

Feeling told him that it wasn't human. Rodin searched again uncertainly, and after a while, he caught another glimpse of the figure.

"Oh my God. ”

This time it was very clear that the figure suddenly walked out of the fog and grinned at Rodin.

A monster more than one person tall, smooth and hairless skin like a corpse, blue-gray like a corpse, pointed ears, an awl-like chin, and facial features exactly the same as a horror movie Freddy I watched in my previous life. The body was deformed, the arms were like apes, thick and powerful, and the fingers and toes were like the roots of an ancient tree, disgusting and terrifying.

He let out a silent roar at Rodin's mouth, and his body suddenly expanded rapidly like fermentation, "Bang!" and shattered into a cloud of mist and gathered into the thick fog.

“WTF!”

Rodin ran away without saying a word, not afraid of a frontal battle, afraid that the enemy would not be able to hit or touch.

The fog behind him seemed to grow out of the legs and feet, drifting and moving lightly. actually began to chase after Rodin.

The speed of the dense fog drifting was a little faster than Rodin's, and seeing that the distance was getting smaller and smaller, Rodin kept admonishing himself, "Calm down, calm down, think of a way, if you can't do it, go up and fight!" Of course, this is the last option, and that thing looks very tricky.

As he ran, racking his brains to think, he suddenly stopped, looked at the towering ancient trees that could be seen everywhere around him, bit the torch, and began to climb the trunk of the tree with his hands and feet. The bark was uneven and rough, and Rodin climbed more smoothly than he could have imagined, and in the blink of an eye, he climbed more than ten meters with the advantage of his body, and the fog drifted to his feet, and he suddenly stopped moving.

After climbing about fifteen meters and sitting on a thick branch, Rodin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The mist lingered under the trees, but there was nothing to be done, and the strange figure mingled in it from time to time, looking extremely manic. Judging by the monster's anatomy, climbing a tree shouldn't be a problem, but it didn't.

If it climbs up, then Rodin has dug his own grave and cut off the way back. Fortunately, I made the right bet this time.

The monster was patient but sufficient, and kept wandering around the ancient tree, as if he was playing some ghost idea, Rodin tossed for most of the night, a little tired, yawned several times in a row, and smiled impatiently under the tree: "That ugly monster, I'll call you the fog demon, and you can't reach me, it's better to change the place, there is a lot of food in the forest, why bother guarding a tree." “

As soon as the words fell, a creepy howl suddenly came from not far away: "Whew-"

Immediately after, a few cold stars flashed away, from far to near.

"The wolf is coming. As soon as the words fell, a sturdy figure jumped in front of the dense fog, and it was a gray-haired timberwolf. Wolves have always been social animals, and in the blink of an eye, more than twenty ghostly figures gathered beyond the dense fog. A dense ghostly fire instantly appeared in front of Rodin's eyes.

The wolves clasped their limbs tightly to the ground, maintaining a pounce posture and letting out a low roar against the thick fog.

In the mist, the dreamlike fog demon showed his true form, his arms were slightly open, as if dragging two sharp scissors, and the facial features of the awl face were wrinkled, as if he was preparing for an activity, he wrapped around his neck, and suddenly let out a piercing night owl-like provocation.

The fog rolled and spread, enveloping the wolves in an instant.

Rodin lay on the trunk of the tree, holding a torch in one hand, and craned his neck to look down, but the fog was so thick that only occasionally a vague shadow appeared in his vision.

The fog demon mastered the ability of atomization, and it was the home game, and it was elusive, and every time it quietly sneaked behind a wolf, its claws swung rapidly, followed by a terrible howl, and in just ten minutes, most of the wolves were wiped out.

Unable to see the specific battle situation, Rodin was also anxious, but he could only wait helplessly.

In the mist, the wolves, who had suffered heavy casualties, seemed to have learned their lesson, and their vision was blocked, so they gathered together by the sound of their voices and smells. Launched a counterattack against the Fog Demon. In the face of a wolf's pounce, it can easily atomize and escape, however, the atomization seems to have a time limit, and in the face of a group of wolves' continuous pounces, it is impossible to catch it, and it is inevitable to be hit.

"Goo-" The injured fog demon let out an ugly cry, as a rare species, it was quite greedy, and in an instant, it manipulated the fog and quickly retreated, exposing the wolves again. At this moment, on the forest floor full of fallen leaves, there were more than a dozen wolf corpses, and the huge scratches almost split their bodies in half, revealing their fleshy and bloody internal organs. It is conceivable that if Rodin fights with it closely, facing the fog demon with the ability to fog cheat, the end will be miserable.

The remaining wolves were no longer in good condition, and many of them had crutches and suffered injuries of varying severity. The fog demon fled with the fog, but they didn't pursue it, and they ended up losing both. The wolves ignored Rodin in the trees, dragging the corpses of their kind, and gradually disappeared from his vision with their tails drooping.

"Whew-"

"If Brother Jean meets the damned fog demon again, he will take advantage of your illness and kill you. With a sneer, Rodin sat up and moved his wrists, neck, and waist slightly. He had just watched a battle in the clouds and fog, and he was a lot sleepy, and in order to successfully survive until dawn, he simply began to exercise the rock breathing method.