As soon as the bloody vine grew, a large number of branches and leaves were scattered, and the branches and leaves were full of bright red fruits, exuding a strong smell of blood, and all the rats poured up one after another, greedily snatching the fruits.

Xiao Xue and the three of them immediately understood Fang Ling's strategy, and secretly said that it was wonderful, the fog grass could block the sight of the mice in the area, and the bloody vine had a wonderful effect, the fruit it grew would explode with juice once it was touched, and the smell of the animal itself contaminated with this liquid would be completely covered, which would be regarded as other prey in front of the same kind that could not be distinguished by eyesight.

So, in the fog area, the rats killed each other, you bite me, I bite you, and the smell of blood becomes thicker and heavier.

Taking advantage of the confusion of the rats, Xiao Xue and the three of them crossed the fog area, and Fang Ling let the little mink spit out a vine here as a partition, and then the four of them hurried towards a deeper place.