At noon, Fan Qiuming was finally happy, and when Mao Shiyi came back, Fan Qiuming knocked on her apartment door.

"Cat Shiyi, are you there?"

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

Mao Shiyi opened the door and looked at Van Qiuming in front of her.

"It's just... Can you help me take care of Fan Qiulin for a few days, I have something to go out for a few days, which is why I came to Pengcheng, and it is a little inconvenient to take her. ”

Fan Qiu was obviously a little embarrassed, worried that if she didn't agree, Fan Qiulin might have to stay alone in the house.

"Really? That's great..."

Mao Shiyi looked very excited!

"Please do me a favor... Ay? Do you agree? ”

This was somewhat unexpected by Fan Qiuming, but I didn't expect Mao Shiyi to agree so easily.

"How many days are you going out?"

Faced with Mao Shiyi's inquiry, he was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

"The most... Five days at most, not long. ”

"It's only been five days?"

Hearing him say that it was only five days later, Shi Yi's eyes were a little expectant, and they were much darker.

"Okay! Five days is five days, and I can let her come to my house. ”

Mao Shiyi pursed her lips, seemingly a little dissatisfied.

"What about the little meow? Do you want to come too? ”

Thinking of Mian Xiaomeow, Mao Shiyi suddenly felt excited.

"Xiao Mian's words naturally follow Qiu Lin."

"That's great... When are you leaving? ”

In the tone of the cat's poetry, it seemed that he wished that Van Tyuming would leave immediately.

"It's a minute, I'll pack up and leave, you wait for me."

Saying that, Fan Qiuming returned to his apartment, put some food and used items into his backpack, and pushed Fan Qiulin to Mao Shiyi.

"Hello, Sister Shiyi!"

Van Qiulin greeted politely.

"Well, hello Sister Qiulin!"

Seeing Fan Qiulin, the corners of Mao Shiyi's mouth were almost to the root of her ears.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Qiu Lin, you have to be obedient."

Before leaving, Fan Qiuming was still a little relieved about her, if Fan Qiulin was not paralyzed in her lower legs, he would not be so worried.

"Leave it to me! I'll take care of Sister Qiulin! ”

"Alright, I'm leaving."

After saying that, Van Tyumen left the apartment with his bag on his back.

"Have a safe journey..."

Fan Qiulin said silently in her heart.

At this moment, the fog on the top of Wutong Mountain has spread to the mountainside, and it is still spreading outward.

When Fan Qiuming came to the boundary of Wutong Mountain, he did not enter through the main entrance, it was basically all plane trees, and it was easy to get lost here, but he relied on the richness of his aura to keep getting closer to the mountain.

He also kept the range of his consciousness at fifty meters, always observing the movements around him.

The closer you get to the mountain, the more intense the aura becomes. As the fog got closer and closer, Fan Qiuming also raised his vigilance, but he found that his divine sense could not detect the situation in the dense fog.

There was chaos inside, and the fog was like a huge spiritual force field.

He came to the mist, which seemed to be bound by something, and did not overflow everywhere, but slowly expanded forward like a barrier.

Van Tyuming put his hand into the mist, but nothing strange happened, proving that the mist was harmless to the body, and then stepped directly into the mist.

His vision was blocked, his divine sense was useless, and his speed of progress was greatly reduced.

A trace of blood wafted from a distance in the air, and Fan Qiuming did not rush forward to check, he found that his head was a little heavy and his consciousness was a little blurred.

Although this fog is harmless, it can erode mental power, and it can also amplify people's emotions, becoming irritable, joyful, and sad.

He sat down cross-legged and recited the mantra in his heart, trying to ward off the mist.

At this time, a sword light flashed on the tree, and Fan Qiuming felt a murderous intent and turned over to dodge.

But he was still scratched on the neck, but if he was a little later, he would be separated.

"Who?"

He looked around, but found no one else.

"Warrior?"

The visibility in the fog is no more than fifty meters, and the divine sense is not used, and there are still people who want to kill him.

It can be said that the time and place are favorable, and the people are not the same.

He didn't stay where he was for long, looked around and saw that there was still no one, so he pulled up his leg and slipped away.

Run along the place where the spiritual power is strong.

But just as he was running, a figure from behind him struck him, and the sword light flashed again, cutting the strap of his backpack.

Fan Qiuming's backpack fell, and the figure grabbed the backpack and wanted to slip away, but Fan Qiuming grabbed the other strap of the backpack and wanted to snatch it back.

During the scramble, Van Tyuming found that the creature that snatched his backpack was not a human, but a monkey, and the monkey was holding a sword in his hand.

Seeing this, Fan Qiuming's whole person was not good, not to mention the sword in the monkey's hand, just by the monkey's sword swing just now, it was much stronger than ordinary people.

"This monkey actually has signs of intelligence? And where did the sword in his hand come from? ”

He was astonished, and if he wanted to say that the sword was made by a monkey, he would not believe it.

Could it be that the warriors who came here before were taken advantage of by these monkeys because of the fog?

Van Tyuming snatched the backpack, pulled the monkey over by the way, grabbed the sword, and threw the monkey out.

"Huh... Huh..., roar... Roar..."

Seeing that Fan Qiuming had snatched his things, the monkey looked very impatient, and under the influence of the fog, the monkey also became irritable, and rushed directly at Fan Qiuming.

Fan Qiuming didn't intend to dwell with him for too long, and kicked it into the tree, and the monkey was also knocked unconscious.

This time the monkey was quite heavy.

"There is plenty of aura here, even the monkeys have such a physique, one is fine, if there are a few more, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat them."

Fan Qiuming didn't care that the monkey followed the smell of blood, after all, he almost killed himself.

After walking for about five minutes, Van Tyuming found a corpse on the ground, but the corpse's clothes were tattered, and the accompanying things were scattered all over the ground, presumably made by monkeys, and no useful things were found on the corpse.

There were still some fresh blood stains along the way, and it was estimated that there were still people alive, but Fan Qiuming didn't plan to look for it, just continued to go deeper into the mountains.

It was already afternoon, but the trees were so dense that there was very little light coming in.

Fan Qiuming found a place with good light to sit down to prevent a sneak attack, he had been walking in the mountains for almost an afternoon, and he still hadn't found the entrance to the divine ruins, and he didn't know when he would find it.

While eating bread, he looked around, as if he had returned to the time when he was being hunted and killed in the Xuanfang Continent.

Along the way, apart from the corpse, Fan Qiuming did not meet any other people, either those people were hiding, or they had already found the entrance to the divine ruins.

In any case, even if you search this mountain, you have to find the entrance to the god ruins and enter to find out.

With his strength almost restored, Van Tyuming got up and prepared to get back on his way, and when he turned around, a sword was resting on his neck.

"Don't move... Move again, and I won't guarantee your safety. ”

In this situation, he was suddenly stunned and did not move.

The few people in front of them were hardly easy to deal with, and their clothes were tattered but uniform, indicating that they were from the same organization.

Each of them had injuries of varying degrees on their bodies, and it was obvious that they had experienced the battle.

"Yuwen" The emblem on their chests caught the attention of Van Tyuming.

"Compound surname? Is it from the Yuwen family? I'm really out of luck! ”

Fan Qiuming thought in his heart, but considering the sword around his neck, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Throw the backpack over, put your hands up..."

The man spoke again.

He did so, not because he was afraid, but because he knew the times as a handsome!

The person behind him quickly picked up the backpack, rummaged through it, took out all the food, and distributed it to the others, including the medicine brought by Van Tyuming, who were not polite and took them out.

"Leave the sword behind, and you're good to go."

He didn't embarrass Fan Qiuming, but now he has no supplies at all.

"That's... Can I return the bag? ”

Van Tyumen pointed to the backpack.

The man didn't say anything, threw the empty backpack to Van Tyuming, and gave the others a look.

The others made a way, he also put his sword down, and Van Tyuming walked through the crowd with an empty backpack.

When several people saw Fan Qiuming walking away, they all sat on the ground, obviously having no ability to fight.

It was just a pretense.

And Van Qiuming was forced to do so, there was nothing left, he was getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain, and it was impossible to go back to replenish the supplies, so he could only continue to walk.

On the way, the more Fan Qiuming thought about it, the more angry he became, but the things that his sister helped him prepare were taken by others. I wanted to go back and beat them, but even if I did, the things were gone, and it was useless.

After thinking about it carefully, forget it, now it's important to find the entrance to the Divine Ruins first.

It was dark, and Fan Qiuming didn't find a suitable place to stay, so he couldn't see clearly during the day, and at night Fan Qiuming was like a blind person, and he couldn't figure out what was where.

He turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and barely illuminated two or three meters in front of him.

Wutong Mountain in the dark night is extraordinarily quiet, but also extraordinarily dangerous, no one knows whether there will be any dangerous wild animals, after all, this is no longer a scenic spot, and safety has long been not guaranteed.

Finally found a small cave, in which Van Tyumen planned to rest for the night.

But seeing the animal droppings around the cave, he roughly guessed that there should be large animals such as wild boars in the cave.

As he walked into the cave, he smelled a large smell of blood.

"Who?"

A sound as thin as a gossamer came from the cave...