In the past few days, a young man on the shore has been busy for a long time, back and forth, looking at the things in front of him, and finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Now there is a bark rope that is several times as long as before, and the trees that can be seen in the surrounding area are basically exhausted, but many of the older trees have been restored to their original state.

Therefore, Mo Ran is not worried that the bark will be insufficient, the trees here are lush and lush, it is estimated that thanks to this strange lake, the vitality is very majestic, basically, the bark that he just removed two days ago is now intact.

Then he filled a few cans of lake water, picked up a lot of wild fruits, and when everything was ready, he really set off, and prayed faintly in his heart that this time he must get out of this strange white fog.

"Strange, I remember that the beasts that passed by here were still full of broken bones on the ground, but now there is nothing left, and it stands to reason that the direction is roughly similar to the original, so it can't be wrong."

Mo Ran walked for a while, then leaned over to look at the ground carefully, compared with the previous times, this time there was something different.

It's only been a few days, and there are no other creatures here, so it stands to reason that the changes in the debris and traces on the ground will not be so fast, and I am confused, but there is no way, I can only blame this fog is too mysterious, and then I got up and continued to probe forward.

In the white mist, there were many white mist floating around Mo Ran, slowly surging, but he didn't know it. After all, this fog obscures the line of sight, and most of the sounds are isolated, and it is already white, even if you find that the fog is surging, it is also a common phenomenon, and it will not be strange.

As the figure of a teenager gradually deepened, the surging of the white mist became more frequent. From the outside world, in the white fog, many fogs are constantly surging and gathering with a little blue light.

This blue mang is like a bait, attracting many bait-eaters to gather and come, staring at this blue bait greedily and viciously, ready to move, waiting for the opportunity!

Just as Mo Ran leaned over the ground, concentrating on distinguishing the subtle things on the ground and exploring the way out, the two bark ropes tied to his waist suddenly tightened, and he felt torn by an inexplicable strange force!

In an instant, the bark rope was pulled backwards along with him!

Just as he didn't have time to look back, he saw that the white mist in front of him was surging abnormally, conjuring up all kinds of strange faces, like ghosts, with hideous faces, rushing towards him, as if he was about to devour the young man in front of him, which was terrifying.

The ghost face of the white mist seems to be competing for food, even if it is also conjured by the white mist, as long as it moves forward slightly, it will be swallowed by the ghost face that follows behind.

Mo Ran was shocked, could this be the spirit that grandpa said? It was too terrifying, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly pulled out the knife on his waist.

"Click" twice!

Decisively cut the bark rope around his waist, and hurriedly turned to the side, according to this scene and the creepy coolness of his back, he who can drag this bark rope must be even more terrifying!

Mo Ran rolled on his side, and he didn't have time to look at what was behind him, so he got up in an instant and sprinted towards the other side.

Even if you go back to the lake, it's better than dying here inexplicably. I can't help but guess in my heart, I'm afraid that the broken white bones I saw that time were not necessarily left by being trapped in the fog and dying, but more by these unknown ghosts, and there was no flesh and blood!

Grandpa once said that everything has a spirit. The so-called feeling of the soul is to be able to listen to the spiritual sound, observe the spiritual shape, understand the spiritual meaning, and the landscape, grass and trees all have the spirit. Is the ghost in front of you the same now?

Since he was a child, Mo Ran believed that the spirit was a kind of prayer, which could fulfill wishes and requests, such as the spirit of the mountain, plants, trees, and animals. Now it is the first time I have encountered such a bloodthirsty and murderous ghost, and the chill is intoxicating.

If it weren't for the healing of the injury, and after several exercises, all aspects of the body have been strengthened, and he would definitely not be able to get rid of these ghosts behind him. Although the ghosts were transformed by the mist, the speed was not very fast, and the various ghosts ate each other, but they did not catch up with him for a while.

There is a white fog everywhere right now, there is nowhere to hide, and the only thing that can be done is to keep moving forward.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Ran was still in the white mist, and now it has become a luxury to go back to the lake, the only fortunate thing is that the many ghosts and spirits that have been transformed by the white mist behind him seem to have disappeared. Looking back, the surroundings were as quiet as before, but they did not let their guard down in their hearts, and the more so, the more strange it became.

Ghost things, ordinary utensils have no effect at all, Mo Ran tried to throw away with knives, arrows and the like at the beginning, only to see through the ghost spirit and fall to the ground, not causing the slightest damage, so he decisively chose to escape.

"I should have pestered my grandfather to teach me spiritual methods in the first place, but now that I encounter this kind of ghostly thing, it won't be like this."

Mo Ran regretted in his heart, when he was a child, he had asked his grandfather about the spirit, but his grandfather didn't elaborate, and he didn't want him to learn the spiritual method and embark on the road of spiritual cultivation, but just hoped to spend his life in Qingshan Village in peace.

After a few years of fruitless searching, he gradually lost interest, and he couldn't get in touch with the spirit on weekdays, and was more about hunting wild beasts.

Mo Ran walked in the mist, but he didn't know that no matter which direction he went, the blue light on his body was still clearly visible in the mist!

The ghosts in the fog have disappeared, at least not in any abnormality, which is very strange.

"If you don't look closely at these fogs, it's really ordinary" The corners of the young man's mouth curled, staring at the surging fog around him, and touched it a few times with his hand.

"I didn't pay attention to it, but if I hadn't experienced what happened just now, I really wouldn't have noticed the strangeness of this fog, so that's the case."

This fog first restricts the line of sight, and then isolates most of the sounds, if it is an ordinary fog, it is just that. Just now, all kinds of ghosts were conjured, and there were even unknown murderous creatures tearing the bark rope on their waists, thinking that this fog was between the virtual and the real. After touching it with your hands, some of the fog dissipates, and it has a certain texture, as if the fog is solid.

Mo Ran thought in his heart that if the fog was intermittent, sometimes empty and sometimes real, it was all natural, and it would be fine. I'm afraid that this fog is an unknown strange spirit, with its intelligence, and can transform according to its thoughts, so it is terrifying.

Now I haven't thought of a good countermeasure, and I smile bitterly from time to time when I am in danger, and I actually have the feeling that the enemy is a sword, and I feel like a fish.

But as expected, as he continued to go deeper, the white mist began to surge again, and the surrounding fog, after a closer look, became more and more condensed, and there was a trace of coldness.

"Whew"

The speed of the white mist condensation is getting faster and faster, and the original isolated sound has become invalid, Mo Ran can hear the sound of the fog wind around him from time to time, as well as many howls like ghosts, and the sad sound comes one after another, and a giant fog beast visible to the naked eye is gradually condensed in front of him!

The mouth is like a huge basin, with many tentacles on his body, and his eyes are staring at Mo Ran with a ghostly light.

"What the hell are you?"

Mo Ran had no way out, he had already prepared for this in his heart, and as this fierce spirit came out, more ghosts gradually gathered around, opening their teeth and dancing their claws, and the terrible sound echoed in this mist.

"I didn't expect that I was sleeping here, but I woke up after all," the mist beast muttered in a deep voice, and the fierce light in his eyes was fierce.

"How many years have you been, and you're still in this ghost place" roared, and the white fog rolled around, and many ghosts were scattered into fog, drifting in bursts.

"Blue-scaled fish, hahaha, it's actually a blue-scaled fish! If I hadn't been looking for this fish back then, I wouldn't have ended up like this, no one is a ghost, no ghost is not a ghost!"

The fog beast looked up to the sky and smiled, a desolate sound, sad and awe-inspiring, and turned to look at Mo Ran, with a light sigh.

"You kid, are you really not afraid of death?"

"In this white mist, no matter where I flee, it is the same, why should I kill myself"

Mo Ran had no choice but to respond, thinking in his heart that there was no other way to plan now, so he had to improvise. In this white mist, this mist beast is like an overlord, even the ghost spirit just now was dispersed by its roar, and it was really unwise to provoke it.

Besides, this fog beast was the first time he had seen it, and it was not a normal creature, it should be the fierce spirit mentioned by his grandfather. Listen to his words, there is still wisdom, and there may be other ways.

"Where did you find the blue-scaled fish on your waist, have you ever seen a lonely lake?"

The fog beast didn't panic when it saw the young man in front of it, and just asked, anyway, here, it wasn't worried that a single ant would be able to escape in its hands.

"You mean this fish?" Mo Ran lifted the water bag on his waist and wondered, it seemed that this damn fish was to blame!

Since the last time I went out of the village, I didn't catch a ferret, and I ran into a golden horn, and I almost died, and now I can't eat a fish, but I have attracted this fierce spirit, which is really a disaster.

"It was indeed a blue-scaled fish, which I found in a lake not far away. "Mo Ran didn't lie, this fog beast fierce spirit, since he knows this fish, he must know better.

"Sure enough, where is this lake? Boy, if what you say is correct, I can consider letting you live."

The fog beast grinned, and the mist around it surged, and it laughed loudly.

"It's strange, haven't these white fogs been floating by the lake, why does this fog beast even ask where the lake is?"

Mo Ran was surprised in his heart, according to what he thought, if the white fog by the lake was controlled by this fog beast fierce spirit, it stands to reason that he would not be able to find the hidden lake, or rather

I vaguely guessed something in my heart, if this plan was feasible, maybe I could solve this dilemma and escape from here.

"Seniors, juniors know where this lake is, but now the surroundings are white fog, it is difficult to distinguish the direction, and there are many ghosts and spirits that appear from time to time, I am afraid it will be difficult to find" Mo Ran took a deep breath and replied calmly.

"It's okay, you just have to look for it, the surrounding white fog and those fog ghosts who can't help themselves, I have me"

The fierce spirit of the fog beast roared angrily in the sky again, the white mist rolled, spreading out to all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the sight of the sight had expanded to a few feet away.

The surrounding scene gradually became clear, the land was yellow, the blood was everywhere, the white bones were withered, and there was a sense of precipitation and depression, which was terrifying.

Mo Ran was frightened, after the white fog faded, the earth was already visible, but it was even more terrifying, as if there was a great evil, and the wriggling white mist was everywhere in sight, as if it was about to gather, but it was cut off by life!