In the early morning, the sky is white.

Sleeping faintly heard someone knocking on the door, Dowling opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the window, a glimmer of light through the gap in the curtains.

"It's so early," Dowling muttered, rubbing his eyes.

There was another knock on the door, and the sound was soft, and Dowling reluctantly got out of bed.

"I'm up......," Dowling said in a hoarse voice, and opened the door.

The old donkey, who had been groomed, stood outside the door, and when he saw the door open, the old donkey's head quickly looked into the house.

"What are you looking at?" Dowling asked suspiciously.

"Since we entered this village yesterday, Little Ash has disappeared, let's just say that this donkey is mine or yours?" The old donkey said angrily

"Isn't it just Little Ash, you sleep well in my place." Dowling searched his nose and twisted his head into the room.

"You little traitor!" The old donkey's head saw the gray donkey lying on the ground looking out through the crack, and said angrily.

"You wait a minute, I'll change my clothes!" Dowling closed the door with that.

It didn't take long for the door of the room to open again, and Dowling wore a black robe and walked out with Xiao Ash, who had not yet woken up.

"I can't see it, you're quite energetic." The old donkey's head looked Dowling up and down and said.

"Really? I think so too. Dowling said with a smile as he swept his clothes.

"Stinky and shameless, have you left money for the people?" The old donkey's head spat Dowling, and snatched back the reins of Little Ash directly from Dowling.

"I gave! You still need to say it! Dowling said with a smile.

The two walked out of the courtyard, the sun had just jumped out of the horizon at this time, and the moon was still hanging in the sky, and a few stars could be faintly seen.

"Why do you wake up so early?" Dowling asked with a yawn.

"Hurry up and go to Tie Rong County, I heard that the Iron Stalls Gang has fenced off Tie Rong County!" The old donkey's head rolled over and got on the gray donkey's back, and he pointed to the closed courtyard door.

"When's it?" Dowling asked with a shocked expression, and walked to the door to open the courtyard door as he asked.

The two of them walked out of the courtyard and closed the door.

"I heard from the villagers this morning, and it will take a few days for the news to come." The old donkey said with a sigh.

"Then we have to hurry up, with the grain reserves of Tierong County, we can resist for a month at most!" Dowling said with a frown.

"There is a shortcut road, which was told to me by the villagers, there is a swamp in the south, and it used to take about an hour to walk, and it is not far from Tielu County after passing through the swamp, which saves about a day and a half compared to taking the main road..."

"But the swamp is very large, and it is a poisonous miasma all year round," said the old donkey.

"It's really not suitable to fly over now, maybe the group of people from the Resurrection Society are over there, it's too easy to be exposed by flying over, and it's really a good way to walk through the swamp." Dowling thought for a moment and said.

As soon as they said to go, the two of them left the village and headed south, without saying anything all the way, and the two concentrated on hurrying.

"When you arrive, there is a swamp ahead, a poisonous mist swamp to be exact." The old donkey pointed to a large forest in front of him.

Dowling nodded, and he saw a dense forest appear not far ahead, the woods stretched for thousands of meters to the left and right, and a thick green poisonous mist drifted in the woods.

"Here's for you!" The old donkey's head took out a red fruit the size of a finger and threw it to Dowling.

"If you put it in your mouth, you can avoid poison." The old donkey's head himself took one into his mouth.

"I don't need poison, I don't need it!" As he spoke, Dowling stuffed the red fruit into the gray donkey's mouth, and the gray donkey chewed and chewed it.

"Take it in your mouth, you swallow it!" Dowling broke the donkey's mouth with his hand.

The grey donkey shook its head and struggled.

"Alright, it's not afraid of poison," said the old donkey.

"It's not afraid of poison, don't you say it earlier!" Dowling replied even more angrily.

The old donkey rode a gray donkey and followed Daolin into the woods, the poisonous fog was very thick, and the visibility was only about five meters.

Beneath his feet was a muddy swamp, and the stench of decay filled the area, and Dowling tried to vomit several times.

The old donkey saw that Dowling's face was not good-looking, so he took out another red food and threw it to Dowling.

Dowling put the fruit in his mouth, and the pungent stench instantly decreased a lot

"This fruit is good, what's the name, why haven't I seen it?" Dowling asked curiously.

"I don't know what it's called, it's a coincidence, I bought it at a vegetable market, I thought it was cherry tomatoes, and I bought a lot." The old donkey said helplessly.

"Wet market? Cherry tomatoes? Dowling was a little puzzled as to which market sold such treasures as cherry tomatoes.

"I also once entered a place with a poisonous mist, and when I was bored, I took it out and ate a few, and every time I ate one, I could feel that the impact of the poisonous fog on myself was a little lower, and then I knew that this was a treasure." The old donkey head explained.

When Dao Lin heard this, a thought suddenly rose in his heart, that is, to go to that vegetable market and go around, if this kind of thing can be grown by himself, wouldn't he be able to make a fortune.

The two of them stepped on the dead wood all the way, and Dowling was careful not to accidentally fall into the swamp, where he could not tell the direction at all, but he found that the old donkey's head walked confidently.

"Why do you know the way?" A trace of confusion rose in Dowling's heart, but he asked casually.

"Although I'm a road idiot, my symptoms are milder than yours, and besides, there are gray donkeys, so I won't get lost." The old donkey's head said with a smile.

Is that really the case? Is it really what he says? This old man must have a map!

Following the old donkey's head for a while, the poisonous fog began to thin out, and visibility expanded to about ten meters.

"What do the villagers say, if visibility improves, go to the right!" The old donkey muttered quietly, but Dowling heard it clearly.

"I'll just say that we are both road idiots, how can you know the road, it turns out that you were told the route by others!" Dowling snorted.

originally thought that the old donkey would turn back to him for a few words, but Dowling found that the old donkey's head turned his head sideways slightly, could it be that he sensed something?

"What's wrong?" Dowling asked.

"It's nothing, it's just a different kind of breath." The old donkey shook his head and said softly.

"Why didn't I feel it?" Dowling asked.

"Do you have to say it explicitly? You're too weak! The old donkey's head turned his head and gave Dowling a blank look.

Dowling smiled awkwardly, he touched his nose and sighed secretly, the old donkey's head was quite strong.

"Trespass here and die, don't want to die, get out of here!"

Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice came from ahead, which made Dowling's body tremble subconsciously.

"We're passing through here, and we've come across hard stubble." The old donkey chuckled and rode forward on the grey donkey.

Dowling followed suit and walked out, there was no poisonous fog here, there was an open land in front of him, and beside the land was a churning swamp.

"Yo Yo Yo, this time you met someone who is not afraid of death?" An emaciated figure slowly rose from under the swamp, filthy mud dripping from him.

This visual impact caused Dowling's stomach to churn and almost vomit.