The morning light shines on Fuzhen.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

Li Qingxian looked down at the various notices stuffed in his clothes, tried to use the Qiankun bracelet, and took it in.

"Fu is a panacea, how long has the fog passed?" Xu Changren asked.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Xu Changren was also stunned, why did he say this sentence first?

Li Qingxian opened the natal chart and stared.

The time of the horoscope is clearly altered by a mysterious force.

It didn't take much time to enter the fog at first, but the battle between blue and white and the battle between the two blues lasted for a long time, let alone ten days, but the fate chart recorded, and now only one night has passed.

"Mayor Wise ...... Hmph, it must be a dark disease of the fog, a mess. The dirty beggar scolded in a low voice.

Xu Changren hurriedly said: "Blessing is a panacea...... Forget it, the word 'dark disease', but it is a big taboo, the mayor said it, don't let it be said, don't let it be said. ”

"Mayor Mare? I love your mother......" The dirty beggar froze in place, and everyone looked confused.

The dirty beggar blushed and said, "It must be something that happened to the fog, this sentence is not like the truth, it is like a curse, and it is quite a match for the mayor, the mayor, I love your mother...... Tsk, interesting. ”

Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, this old gentleman was really uninhibited, full of bones.

Zhou Hate lowered his head and thought, how can this sentence have a strong sense of intimacy?

Yu Ping frowned and said, "Why do I think this sentence is quite familiar?" ”

"Is it familiar with the mayor or what?" The dirty beggar asked.

Everyone laughed and shook their heads, not daring to answer.

"The following are all ......" Han Anbo frowned and changed, "Obviously, we have encountered many things in the treacherous fog, such as the fact that we suddenly have more weird mantras now. Everyone brainstormed and talked about their impressions. Let me start with it, I remember that there seemed to be a man in blue and a man in white, and we finally chose the man in blue to come out alive. ”

"I've participated in big battles, and the enemy can't kill anyone, so I'm in a hurry......"

"I seem to remember the giant eyes from the sky and the impact on the earth."

"Are you talking about mist or sleep? How come I don't remember anything? ”

"I seem to remember that something happened to the mayor's son......"

There was a lot of talking.

Li Qingxian listened carefully and found that most people's memories were very vague, and different people's memory points were different.

"Wait, look at these three kids......"

Everyone immediately looked at the three children whose facial features and bodies were sewn up, and their faces changed drastically.

"Brute ......," the dirty beggar scolded in distress.

The people settled the child and continued to discuss.

"It seems that we are lucky this time, you see, less than a tenth of the people we left in the threshing floor died."

"yes, it looks like a little trick."

The dirty beggar frowned and said, "No, no, no, I don't feel like it." I feel that this time the fog is much, much stronger than normal. ”

"Then how do you say that we only have so many people dead?"

The dirty beggar turned his head to look at Li Qingxian, glanced up and down, and said, "Look at Ye Sizheng, I don't know why, I just met him, but I think he is very kind, like I have known him for decades, and even ...... A little respect for him. Do you remember what you were going through? Our memories are blurred, but the feelings and feelings are still there, what we like in the fog, what we will like when the fog dissipates, and vice versa, you all try. ”

Everyone turned to Li Qingxian one after another, and many people's eyes gradually softened.

"I don't know why, I really want to kowtow to Ye Sizheng a few times......"

"Me too, that feeling, like a lifesaver."

"I'm the same for the other night guards, it seems that Ye Sizheng took the night guards and helped us, otherwise we would be miserable, otherwise, there is no way to explain the gratitude in our hearts......"

Everyone is a veteran of the trick, full of blessings, and they soon understood and expressed their gratitude.

"Thank you Ye Sizheng, you must have saved my life, in the future, we will listen to your ...... in Wei Town"

"yes, I think you're better than Mayor Mare......"

"Weird, why am I a little sick to my stomach when I hear Mayor Mare's name? When I mentioned Zhang Hongshou, the mayor's son, I even gritted my teeth and had the urge to swing my fist......"

"Yes, I also sincerely feel that Zhang Hongshou and they seem to have done something angry and resentful, and they are ...... blame."

"Let's go, according to the rules, after the fog is over, everyone will go to the threshing floor to gather, where there are many people, and they can communicate with each other. If the fog is really not strong this time, most people will be alive and ......"

"Let's go. So many of us are alive, and others have no reason to die too much, go ......"

The people walked back down the alley to the threshing floor, and looked around, but there was no one else.

"Wait a minute, there's no hurry."

The crowd chatted on the threshing floor.

Time passed slowly, and no one came.

Everyone panicked, stopped talking, and quietly looked around.

There were no footsteps, no figures.

There was no mist here, but everyone seemed to be in the mist, and their whole bodies were chilling.

At the same time, go to the mountains.

In the mayor's mansion, a large number of people from Shangshan District gathered.

Some sat inside the hall, and many more stood outside the door.

Most of the high-quality people sat in the hall, but outside the hall there were some people standing on the east side, and some had entered the high-grade class, but they were standing outside the door, and most of these people were dressed in military uniforms.

Everyone wore hats on their heads and looked at the mayor quietly.

In the left hand of the mayor, a white fruit appeared, about three inches high, the whole body was as crystal as white jade, the shape was like a baby, and the eyebrows were delicate, like a puppet.

The mayor slowly put the ginseng fruit into his mouth, bit off the head of the ginseng fruit, the juice splashed, the crisp sound was repeated, and after eating the head, the body, and finally the two legs.

Later, he took out the ginseng fruit and ate it one bite after another.

Even the wealthy families in the upper mountains feel pain, and it is ginseng fruit.

However, since Zhang Hongshou, Bai Gu and the two sons of the Xue family died, it is indeed necessary to find out.

The power of the mist is too strong, except for the ginseng fruit, there is no way to temporarily suppress the mist and extract the memory.

Zhang Wentian has eaten eighteen now, and he will continue to eat.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Wentian took one bite at a time, until he finished eating the seventy-fourth, he suddenly coughed violently.

The middle-aged woman beside him hurriedly got up and gently slapped him on the shoulder.

Everyone saw that Zhang Wentian's eyes were glowing with a faint red light, and the demonic energy around his body was looming, and the coercion was increasing.

Zhang Wentian took a few deep breaths, and a notice appeared in front of him, and after he finished writing the notice, he read it out loud.

"The Demon Mountain Palm Sect is the same, the wolf son is ambitious, wants to destroy the town, sends five sons to send demons, and kills countless townspeople in the treacherous fog. From today onwards, all newly entered Demon Sect disciples will be sealed on the spot and locked in blood, and they will be released only after strict review. If the demon cultivator resists, he will be killed on the spot. Anyone who kills the devil will be rewarded with 1,000 taels of silver, 30,000 merits, and a hat of blessing, and can worship under my door! Anyone who colludes with the five sons of the Demon Gate will be killed! ”

Everyone inside and outside the hall was shocked.

Only a handful of people are thoughtful.