In the ghost world, at the bottom of a small valley, the surrounding mountains are full of angular boulders leaning out, and there are no flowers and trees, let alone small streams and rivers. A dilapidated wooden house lies at the bottom of the valley, like a dead body waiting to decay.

A woman stood in front of a dilapidated house, looking up. Her big face was as big as a basin, her earth-colored skin, her hair was messy, and she was tightly wrapped in a black dress that was absolutely extremely elastic, wrapping her fat body tightly. She sat alone in front of the wooden house, looking at the red sun in the sky, and was distracted.

In the valley, a faint black mist rose, yesterday morning was a sunny day, but today it is already foggy. The woman sat there and muttered to herself, "Who blew the fog here!?"

On this day, as time went on, the fog became more and more condensed, and in the end it became as thick as a river, and I couldn't see my fingers. The woman could no longer live in the valley, and at noon he packed up his belongings in the dilapidated house, gathered the grass and bark into a bundle, carried a small cloth bag on his back, and carried an oil lamp in his hand, and moved helplessly halfway up the mountain. "For you, I even moved my home, you have to be worthy of me!"

After three days, the fog condensed and contracted, and finally turned into a small low pool, the area of which was only four or five square meters. At this time, the woman finally moved back to her dilapidated house, she went to bed early and got up early every day, and when she was fine, she looked at the waterhole, looking preoccupied. The waterhole was black, and it looked like it was a toxic and harmful substance, and it looked like it had been polluted. During this time, no one came to visit, and I think no one noticed this strange waterhole.

Half a month later, the small waterhole slowly dried up and turned into a cohesive layer of silt, a thin layer spread on the bottom of the small waterhole. At this time, the silt in the waterhole, as if it had life, broke away from the shackles of the small waterhole, flew to a height of three or four meters, and then rose and fell, slowly merging and gathering, and finally became a head-sized mass.

A sudden gust of wind blew in the valley, and there was a roar in the lifeless valley. Five whirlpools appeared in the valley, the center of which was attached to the silt, and the other end protruded around the valley. The dead qi that had existed in the ghost realm for an unknown number of years quickly gathered and quickly rushed into the mud along the whirlpool.

The woman standing on the side showed an anxious look on her face, and she shook her hands and stomped her feet angrily and said, "I'm afraid that if we continue like this, we will be discovered by the law enforcement brigade." Since you need dead air, I'll take you around where the dead air is thickest. It just so happens that you have removed the dead air from there for me. After saying that, she suddenly tore off the clothes on her body, and flew into the air with one foot on the ground and a body of fat with her bare shoulders and a body of fat. Then he grabbed a corner of the garment and threw it out.

The fat clothes were like a large net, breaking through the five whirlpools and enveloping the ball of silt. The mud ball was still a little dishonest in the clothes, like a leather ball. The woman tidied up her clothes slightly, made them look like a burden, and carried them on her shoulders slanted. Fortunately, this place is sparsely populated, and there are basically no ghosts. There is no difference between the fat of the woman's body and whether she is naked or not, so she is not afraid of running naked, and quickly ran back to the broken house with a body of fat.

Cleaned up the things in the broken house a little, blew out the small oil lamp and put it in the baggage, then found another piece of clothing to put on, and then strode out of the broken house. Climbing over three high mountains and crossing a dry riverbed, the woman carried her bag and in the blink of an eye came to a misty place on the plain.

The place in front of him was completely covered in fog, and it was impossible to see through. I don't know how many years this fog has existed, but it has a feeling of ancient vicissitudes. There was an eerie dead air in the mist, and the gray shrouded the land. The woman seemed to have some scruples about this dead air, and a hundred meters away, untied the backpack on her shoulder, and threw the black mud out violently. Then the woman fell to the ground, the same color as the black ground, and it was easy to be noticed.

The mud was like flying rocks, silently sinking into the thick fog. The fog stirred for a moment, and then there was no movement. Five whirlpools quickly poked out of the mud, sucking the gloomy and dead air in the dense fog into itself. Although the silt is like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing dead air, the dead air in the dense fog has no tendency to fade at all.

Three days passed, and the mud turned into a table-sized mass. He swayed from side to side, as if something was struggling inside. Sure enough, there was a crisp pop, and the surface of the silt shattered, revealing Qi Youdao's naked figure.

Qi Youdao didn't understand very well why he came to the fog after he died. Anyway, he was alive, and he decided to go around on his own. The dense fog in front of him really affected his vision very much, and Qi Youdao slowly groped in it for four or five meals before he came to a place where the fog was relatively light.

It is only four or five square meters in size, surrounded by thick fog, like a pure land in the desert. In the center of this pure land, there is a low grass. This lonely little grass, there is no neighbor around, it seems to have been abandoned here, or it is tenacious, and in the process of growing, the surrounding grass is dead.

Although it feels like being in the toilet for a few hours and suddenly appearing in the woods when you are panting in the thick fog, the sight is not good after all, and it is very dangerous. Qi Youdao was just about to rest for a moment in this clean place, when he suddenly heard a crisp voice in front of him. "How did you get here?"

Qi Youdao hurriedly looked around, but there was no one figure and he didn't find it. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the grass shake a little. He couldn't help but be shocked in his heart: there must be a person who is good at stealth lurking around, and the grass must have been blown by the wind he drove when he walked. Thinking of this, Qi Youdao jumped back into the fog one by one, his whole body tensed, and he entered a state where he could fight a big battle at any time.

The crisp voice said again, "Big man, why did you come here?"

Although it sounds innocent on the surface, it may be some kind of trick to lure the enemy into letting his guard down. Qi Youdao shouted, "Since you have doubts, why don't you show up?

At this moment, the grass flew violently into the air, and I saw that even the leaves and roots were all out of the ground, and it was clean without any dust, but there was not even a mark on the place where the grass was carried on the ground. Then the crisp voice sounded again: "I have already appeared! Are you blind? Are you despising my existence? Do you want me to beat you up to brush my presence? Don't think that I dare not beat you when I am big." Speaking of which, I'm much older than you. I'd dare anyone to beat me up!"

Qi Youdao shouted: "Don't fool things with a grass, who would believe that a grass can speak." Quickly show your true body, or don't blame me for cutting the grass and eradicating the roots. ”

The grass swayed from side to side, and although it was only six spiky leaves, it was indeed quite moving, like a grove of trees. "You really don't think about drafting. I can also be regarded as an innate spiritual root, the essence of heaven and earth, and it is absolutely rare to cultivate to the level where I can speak the Tao now. If you don't believe it, I don't bother to explain it to you, so I'll ask you why you came here. ”

Qi Youdao said casually: "I touched the stone when I was walking and got lost." ”

Xiaocao said, "I feel a familiar aura in you. It seems that the two of us are destined, since you can touch the stone and get in here, why don't you touch the stone again and take me out. I'm tired of being here. ”

Qi Youdao said curiously: "How long have you been here, have you seen me alone?"

Xiaocao said: "Don't pretend." You're human too, and you're all dead. Let's face it. I've lived for hundreds of years, and I've seen a lot of ghosts, but I don't feel at ease in my heart, and only when I see you, I feel like I've seen my relatives. Could it be that you are a grass cultivator in the world? If it's true, you're a real bull. Xiaocao, I admire it very much. ”

Is there really grass to talk to? Listening to this person's tone, he didn't look like a madman, Qi You said: "I also feel like you are a relative." Since you've lived here for so long, it's amazing to think about it, why don't you fly out by yourself and ask me to lead the way?"

"Looks like you're a newcomer, and you don't know where you are. I don't know where it is because I never left here, but I know how powerful he is. The death gas here is extremely thick, and this dense fog is completely formed by the condensation of death air, and it has not dispersed for hundreds of years. Ordinary ghosts stray into it, and in a matter of moments, their souls will scatter, turn into a cloud of dead air, and merge into the fog. Although I can fly, I have not flown out of the fog for more than ten years. This fog is impossible to get in and out. Xiaocao said that, and slowly flew towards Qi Youdao.

Qi Youdao was surprised in his heart and jumped backwards. "Don't come here, I don't want a piece of grass growing around me. ”

Before the words fell, I heard the grass whisper eagerly: "Shut up!

Qi Youdao hurriedly stopped his words and stood there motionless. Heavy footsteps sounded, from far and near, slowly approaching.

Although Qi Youdao couldn't see anything through the thick fog, he felt an extremely dangerous aura. It was as if a grim reaper was slowly approaching with heavy steps.

The footsteps stopped less than ten meters from him, followed by a heavy wheezing sound. It's as if someone is peeping. Qi Youdao felt that death was approaching, and the grass quickly and silently sank into the black mist. After a while, the footsteps sounded again, getting farther and farther away from Qi Youdao, and finally disappeared into the distance.