Under the influence of the sound of the flute, memories that were once dusty continue to emerge.

Bennu remembered that he was Zach, and all this was the life he had experienced before he became a druid.

His father, who is a charcoal burner, his mother, who is a full-time housewife, and his younger brother, who is seriously ill, are all part of his life.

However, he did not know what happened to this younger brother, who had lost his memory under the influence of the flute and left the house forever.

Recalling what had happened to him, Bennu was very resentful.

"It was the sound of the flute that made me lose my family, and it was the person who played the flute that made me not even see my brother for the last time."

In Bennu's resentment, a trace of black mist melted into his body, constantly fueling his negative emotions.

It won't be long before he will be completely integrated with the mist, like other beings who have been swallowed by the death mist, and become a revenant soul governed by the six realms of reincarnation.

However, at this time, the father, who had been standing by and silent, spoke:

"Zach, do you know that my father, your grandfather, once taught me to be a man with a cold heart.

Only if you are cold enough can you survive in this world.

I have always taken this as a wise saying, and every winter after I dig the grave of my child who has died with my own hands.

And in the process, I always restrained myself from showing a trace of sadness, I thought that in this way I would be cold enough.

However, now I know that all this is just a disguise. ”

Speaking of this, the father's face was full of tears, he hugged his dying brother, and continued in a choked voice:

"I'm sorry, I can't calmly watch my children die one by one.

I can't face all this coldly, and I can't provide you with the conditions to live, I am an incompetent father. ”

Seeing this, the mother on the side couldn't help but feel sad, she hugged Bennu, cried and said:

"My child, if it were possible, how I wish you had not been born into this family.

If you weren't my child, then you wouldn't have suffered such a parting of life and death, I'm sorry. ”

The true feelings of his parents suffocated the anger in Bennu's heart, which greatly slowed down his assimilation by the death mist.

However, this is only a palliative treatment, and if he continues to develop like this, he will sooner or later become part of the dead fog.

And at this critical moment, an emerald green point of light appeared in front of him.

At the same time, bursts of shouts came from inside.

"Bennu, can you hear me, wake up."

Bennu was stunned for a moment because it was Ashmi's voice.

"Teacher, he actually went deep into the death fog to save me!"

At this moment, Bennu's heart was greatly moved.

Although he believes that becoming a druid was a mistake, he does not regret meeting Ashmee.

Thinking of this, Bennu reluctantly glanced at his parents and his dying brother.

"Dreams are fake after all, it's just a repetition of my lost memories, and now it's almost at the end.

Goodbye, family, this time I won't forget! ”

With that, Bennu resolutely stretched out his hand and grasped the green light.

In an instant, everything around him began to fade, and he opened his eyes from his coma.

…………

After some searching, Ashmi finally found Bennu in a tree hole.

His body was surrounded by a black mist, like a cocoon, enveloping him firmly.

The sunlight could not penetrate the hollow of the tree, and the dead fog did not dissipate in the slightest.

No matter how much Ashmi shouted, he couldn't wake Bennu from his coma.

This dead fog was like a hedgehog's spikes, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Feeling the passage of time, Ashmi turned his heart sideways, stretched out the dragon scales on his body, and then stretched out his hand directly towards the death mist.

For foreign objects, the death fog is very aggressive, and under the erosion of the mist, Ashmi only feels a sharp pain in his arm.

In order to save his students, he did not choose to withdraw his arm, but endured the severe pain and still leaned in.

When he came into contact with Bennu, he grabbed the other man's arm and tried to drag him out.

However, the accident happened at this time.

An even more powerful drag dragged him towards the mist.

Ashmi was caught off guard, the whole person stumbled, and instantly fell in the direction of the fog.

Even he thought it was over.

However, with a bleating sound, the goat dragonborn bit his clothes from behind at a critical moment.

Ashmi, who re-stabilized his figure, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

However, at this time, the drag in the dead fog is still not over.

Although the goat dragonborn and him worked together to barely stabilize their figures, Ashmi knew that such a stalemate was not the way to go, and when the strength was exhausted, it would really be over.

Thinking of this, he directly used his elemental power, using his arm as a bridge, wanting to wake up Bennu in a coma.

The hard work paid off, and in his repeated attempts, Bennu finally opened his eyes.

Seeing that the student had sobered up, Ashmi was very relieved, and he hurriedly spoke:

"Bennu, I'm going to pull you out now, I need your cooperation."

On the other side, Bennu, who had woken up from the dream, heard the words and nodded hurriedly.

In this way, with the cooperation of the two of them and a sheep, Bennu was dragged out of the dead fog little by little.

However, in the process, their physical exertion is also very high.

Ashmi looked at Bennu who was only half out and the other half of his body was still in the death fog tiredly, and couldn't help but gasp twice.

Then, with one hand, he untied the safety rope from his waist and wrapped him around Bennu's hand.

"Bennu, it's still a bit reluctant to rely on our strength alone, I'll pull the safety rope later, and let the druids who are guarding outside the dead fog help us."

…………

Beyond the dead mist, a group of druids stood here, anxiously awaiting news from Ashme.

The atmosphere around him was depressed to the extreme, and everyone stood still and didn't dare to make even the slightest sound.

And at this moment, one of the druids suddenly said loudly:

"Look, Menghu, it's Menghu coming."

This sudden remark startled the people around him, but no one bothered about it at this time.

They hurriedly looked the way they came, and sure enough, it was the old oak sage Menghu, who was so easily recognizable that the antlers on his head were decorative.

Seeing this, the elders of the Mushu family hurriedly greeted him, pretending to be concerned and greeting:

"Menghu, aren't you guarding the Druid's Ring, why did you come to the front line at this time?"

When Meng Hu heard this, he immediately became angry.

"Hmph, knowingly ask, there is such a big thing going on here, can I not hurry up."

Elder Mushu knew that Menghu had appeared here because the Oak Sage's lineage had been revealed.

However, he still knowingly asked:

"Oh, Ashmi ventured deep into the fog of death, and the fact that you care so much about him shows that you have a deep relationship between teachers and students.

However, you have to convince him that he can't take such risks as an Oak Sage in the future. ”

Seeing that the other party was cheap and behaved, Meng Hu was so angry that his chest rose and fell a few times.

"Ashmi, look at the good things you've done.

Once, I thought you were the best of all my students.

I am proud of you, which is why I would like to recommend you to the Fairy of the Forest to inherit the position of Oak Sage.

But you have betrayed my trust. ”

Just as Monhu was sulking in his heart, the druid, who was holding the safety rope, felt movement.

"It's Ashmi's signal, quick, let's pull him out quickly."

Just as everyone was working together, the originally translucent mist suddenly returned to a dark color that did not see the light.

It is clear that the dead fog has adapted to the sun's rays, and the short period of safety between day and night is over......