Ta Shou and Di Yewu walked forward, and the dark clouds did not stop, and when they looked back, they saw that we were a little hesitant, and sneered: "What if you have the courage to come out and wander the rivers and lakes? This is a ghost fog." But don't be afraid, there are no ghosts inside. ”

Over the years, I have seen the beautiful and tranquil morning lan, the rich and deep twilight, the vast and magnificent sea of clouds, and the soft and ethereal rain flags on Jiuqu Mountain, but I have never seen this kind of ghost fog in front of me, thick and gloomy, endless, and it makes people breathless at a glance.

The girl complained: "Your Zhixu Kingdom is really not a place for people to stay, one will be the humid and stuffy Phantom Forest, the other will be the ice and snow of the Seven Holy Mountains, and now there is some kind of ghost fog." ”

"Come on, this ghost fog is all thanks to your Chaos Country. The clouds fell back unceremoniously.

This is a long story, the southern continent of our Chaos Country is vast, rich in minerals, and its residents have made a living from mining, smelting, and forging since ancient times. All the resulting waste is transported to the northernmost of the four southern states, Wuyin Prefecture, and then dumped into the Netherworld. Wuyin Prefecture was not this name a long time ago, but called Xianfu Prefecture, because the four seasons of this place are like spring, the air is fresh and pure, the mountains are beautiful and straight, the rivers and lakes are criss-crossed, and there are strange flowers and plants and rare birds and beasts everywhere, just like an ethereal fairyland. I don't know when this place was gradually shrouded in pervasive fog, the air was turbid, the mountains and rivers were discolored, the flowers and plants withered, the birds and beasts were gone, and nothing could be seen clearly within three steps, the only thing that remained unchanged was that it was still like an ethereal fairyland.

As to the cause of the fog, there are different opinions: The civil and military officials unanimously praised it as a purple gas and auspicious rain from the sky, implying the prosperity of the country and the rise of peace in all directions; experts and scholars analyzed that this should be a new type of meteorological weapon secretly developed by the military department, which could confuse and poison the enemy army; the local people felt that they had done something wrong and offended the gods, so they burned incense and bowed down every night; and some people with ill intentions said that the fog was actually caused by the mountains of garbage, and soon they disappeared like flowers and trees in the mist。

The strange thing is that this fog seems to have spirituality, only lingering in the territory of Wuyin Prefecture, and did not affect other areas, until twenty years ago, a similar mysterious fog suddenly appeared in the southern region of Zhixu, and soon swallowed a large area of Zhixu country, and spread all the way north to the national capital at that time - Mofei City. The Zhixu people named the invader "Ghost Mist" and put the account on the head of the Chaos State, but the Chaos State insisted that it had nothing to do with it, on the grounds that the ghost fog in the territory of the Zhixu State was thicker, darker, and smellier than the fog in the Fog Hidden State, and the two had nothing to do with it.

The king of Zhixu Kingdom at that time was frail and sickly, and the imperial doctor warned him that if he wanted to recover his health, he must insist on exercising, and taught him the art of breathing, "blowing and breathing, spitting out the old and absorbing the new, removing pollution and turbidity, and prolonging life". So the king took his dear queen to exercise every day, and they jogged around the city of Mo Fei while absorbing the essence of heaven and earth with the art of spitting, enjoying the gifts of nature, and over the years, rain or shine.

Later, during a morning exercise, the ghost fog obscured the road, and the queen fell off a cliff and died. Soon, the king also suffered from tuberculosis due to an overdose of "drugs", and died with a whimper.

This was the trigger for the war between the two countries.

As he spoke, Dark Cloud Fall and Ta Shou had already walked into the ghost fog, and there was no one in sight, so we followed in. A thin iron chain was thrown in front of him, and the voice of the dark clouds falling: "Hold on, follow closely, get lost and wait for death." "Only then did I understand why Wuyunluo asked the teahouse owner for those scrap irons before, it's a pity that this cold beauty doesn't go to open a blacksmith shop.

The surroundings were foggy and chaotic, with a hint of dark red in the thick gray, and the throat was slightly itchy when inhaling, but it was not choking. There was only the girl who was close to me, she was holding my hand tightly, her nails digging deep into the flesh, looking around cautiously and curiously, and I felt that there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes secretly watching us in this boundless darkness.

I don't know how far I went, the fog gradually faded, and a thick and long black line was faintly visible under the hazy veil in the distance, and the damp wind sent a heavy sound of bells and drums. The ground beneath his feet softened, and bits of blue ghostfire pulsed slightly on either side, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and the whisper of moss. A little further on, the view became clearer, and when we looked down, we were standing on a dark brown dirt road, about thirty or forty feet wide, winding and twisting, tearing through a vast swamp of smoke.

"Is this the legendary Ryuze? Well, definitely. Lan Zhige asked himself.

Longze is the largest and most mysterious swamp in the world, which is vast for thousands of miles, traversing east and west, and enclosing Mofei City in the middle. People who come from the south to the north must pass through Mo Fei City, no wonder Di Ye said that if you want to go to Tianji Cave, you must pass through Mo Fei City. The history of Longze is longer than that of Zhixu and even humans, and the reason why it is called Longze is because there is a legendary 10,000-year-old dragon in this swamp.

This is unimaginable, in our Chaos Country, the emperor can call himself a dragon, anything else with the word dragon is disrespectful, if there is really a dragon infested anywhere, then it must be strictly avoided first, such as removing the word dragon or adding a side, changing it to "You Ze" or "Takizawa". Then give the dragon a nice and cute name, such as "Lola". Then he arrested Shenlong at all costs and sent him to the capital to be a pet of the emperor, so that he was a sensible and good courtier.

"Put your hands behind your back. When the clouds fell, we looked down and smiled, and the chain snapped into knots, and in an instant it became like a shackle, cuffing everyone's wrists.

"The little fairy is very professional in playing bondage. Di Ye grinned and showed his yellow teeth.

Dark Cloud Fall tore a piece from his clothes and stuffed it into his mouth: "To be safe, you will kill everyone when you enter the city." ”

Ignoring Di Ye's bitter smile, Wu Yunluo took the whip from Chen Sheng's hand and threw it to Ta Shou, although we don't trust this lackey of the national teacher very much, but to enter Mo Fei City, using him may be the most feasible way. Ta Shou also knew that even if the three tribulations were not here, the little skill of dancing the whip alone would not be enough to fight us, so he was silent, put away the whip, and led us to the city of Mo Fei.

After walking along the winding dirt road for about half an hour, the fog almost dissipated, and the city came into view, the black shadow just now was its majestic and magnificent city wall, as high as more than 100 zhang, and the left and right sides could not be seen, and under its dark coat there were dots of golden yellow, could it be that this city wall with heavy organs and exquisite structure was actually made of pure gold? I couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The fog wall remained behind, and in front of it was a straight avenue paved with gravel that led to the city gates, about three or four miles long. It was nearly dusk, and the orange sunset hung in the sky, and the flowing light and shadow sprinkled the ground with gold and stained the swamp to our right like a puddle of broken eggs. In the afterglow, we could see that there were five avenues under the city, and we were standing in the middle, and there were two on the left and right, all far apart, but evenly distributed. Five avenues burst out of the walls of fog and converged under the city gates, like a giant claw stretched out into the boundless swamp of the city.

At the junction of the five avenues, more than a hundred meters from the city gates, we were blocked by a checkpoint. The checkpoint is very rudimentary, and the main facility is a half-man tall horse, in front of which two rows of silver brackets are neatly arranged to support a blazing brazier. Two rows of grim-looking puppets stood solemnly, looking particularly terrifying in the firelight, like the bull-headed horses of the Hades Palace. Beside the horse, a young man in purple paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and when he saw us approaching, he turned around and straightened up. He looked to be in his early twenties, with protruding cheeks, eyes sunken into his skull, a serious expression, and the words "prison gate" printed on his forehead.

From behind the horse, the prison door led a donkey with three heads, each with three eyes, and walked towards us. Ta Shou stepped forward, stretched his neck, and the donkey poked out the head in the middle. I thought they were going to kiss them, but the donkey just touched the head of the tower guard with the tip of his nose, and then hissed twice, which probably meant to "confirm the identity", because the face of the prison door softened a lot, turned his head sideways, smiled and asked the tower guard: What kind of goods are you carrying?