Fishy blood rushed to the sky, and the headless corpse of the big rat fell to the ground, and the scarlet blood quickly spread like a river.

Wang Yan gasped heavily, and the large beads of blood above the hanging sun in his hand rolled down, and the smell was extremely fishy.

His heart was beating faster than ever, and he felt as if he was on the verge of life and death.

This extremely intense life-and-death crisis did not come from the big mouse itself, but from the two gray mist on the big mouse.

Those two gray mist were not huge, they were as slender as spider silk, but they rushed into Wang Yan's body, causing such huge damage in an instant.

If it weren't for the brilliant sword intent in Wang Yan's body, I am afraid that he would be directly swallowed up by those two gray mist lights.

"What the hell is going on...... Why is it that the gray mist in the dream world is not so corrosive at all, but in this real world, there is such a terrifying power......" Wang Yan slowly calmed down, thinking back to everything that had just happened, and his heart was still a little incredulous.

It hadn't been a day or two since he had entered the dream world, and almost every night, he was accompanied by the gray mist.

However, in the dream world, the gray mist did not show even a trace of corrosiveness, and it did not even cause the slightest damage to Wang Yan, and only those monsters in the dream world could hurt Wang Yan.

But now, in this real world, just two insignificant wisps of gray mist almost killed Wang Yan.

Is there such a big gap between the dream world and the real world?

"Is there something abnormal in the fog in the real world, or is it just that the gray fog is supposed to be like this, but there is something strange in me in the dream world that causes the gray fog to not be able to hurt me?" These two speculations came to Wang Yan's mind.

He's actually more inclined to the latter. After all, he entered the dream world for some unknown reason.

In the dream world, he is an alien existence, and the gray mist cannot cause harm to him in the dream world, but in the real world, it is lost

The identity of the "alien", the gray mist can cause damage to him. This also seems to be reasonable.

Of course, the immediate priority is not to consider whether the gray mist is abnormal or not. What he had to consider was how the gray mist appeared in the real world!

The gray mist, which was supposed to exist only in the dream world, appeared in the real world, and even showed such a huge corrosive and lethal power.

Does this mean that the dream world, in the real world, is gradually establishing some kind of connection?

And this connection will make the fog in the dream world penetrate into the real world little by little?

With the powerful lethality of this gray mist in the real world, if it is the gray mist in the dream world, it will really enter the real world in large quantities...... Wang Yan couldn't even believe the consequences.

That would be a huge disaster!

"The connection between the dream world and the real world...... "Wang Yan suddenly felt as if a lightning bolt crossed his mind.

What can be the connection between the dream world and the real world, two completely unrelated worlds?

The only connection is yourself! I am the only one who enters the dream world every night and returns to the real world during the day!

Only oneself is possible, and qualified, to become the so-called

"Contact"!

"So...... Was it me who made the fog in the dream world appear in the real world? I entered the dream world at night and returned to the real world during the day, so the gray mist that should have existed only in the dream world appeared in the real world? At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Wang Yan's mind.

The more he felt that this guess was possible. After all, two completely unrelated worlds, one world no longer has any life, and the other world is still thriving, and the only connection between the two is probably Wang Yan!

"So...... Do I have to cut off the dream world in order to keep the real world from being harmed...... But I didn't enter the dream world of my own volition at all, how could I disconnect from the dream world? Wang Yan was silent, but soon realized that something was wrong.

"That's not right! If it is because of my existence that the gray fog has entered the real world, then I have been in the dream world for more than half a year, why is the gray fog entering the real world now? As soon as this idea appeared, Wang Yan's original idea suddenly became a little uncertain.

"How did the gray mist enter the real world through me?" One question after another filled Wang Yan's mind.

These mysteries are not answered by Wang Yan at all. Standing in place and thinking for a long time, Wang Yan finally gave up the method of relying on his current knowledge reserves to find the answer.

Suppressing the mystery in his mind, Wang Yan realized that the bloody breath that broke into his nasal cavity was extremely fishy.

It didn't look like an animal that had just died, but it looked like a creature that had been dead for a long time, and there was a strong smell of decay in its breath, which made Wang Yan frown uncontrollably.

"It's time to think about how to explain this matter to the others......" Wang Yan frowned, and his mind began to think about the aftermath.

You can't hide the things of the gray fog, but you can't just tell others so bluntly. It is necessary to find a suitable excuse to poke the gray fog out of the matter and make them realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Now...... Let's find a place to rest first......" Wang Shen stretched his waist, felt a wave of tiredness welling up in his heart, put the hanging sun back into his sheath, and walked into the distance.

The stench here made it a little hard for him to sleep. As Wang Yan's figure faded away, the area fell silent.

The moonlight was hazy like water, shining on the corpse of the big mouse, and the blood was rippling, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

In the silence, suddenly there was a rustling sound. The ground, which was already a mess, suddenly had pieces of dirt arched, and then a pair of gray eyes poked out from under the ground, first looked around, and found that there was nothing abnormal, the sound of rustling became more and more intense, and immediately, a large number of small mice came out of the ground.

The rats were no bigger than a palm, but the fangs sticking out of their mouths were almost a few points larger than their bodies, and the eyes of all the rats were gray and gray.

They quickly gathered around the corpse of the big mouse, opened their mouths to suck the blood on the ground, and several of the upper bodies stood up and looked in the direction where Wang Ember had left, as if they were laughing on the zombie-like rat face.

It's just that the smile has just appeared, and the originally hazy moonlight suddenly flashes, and is cut off by a pitch-black shadow.

"Sure enough, there is a fish that has slipped through the net...... crimson light sprinkled down, Wang Yan's figure was like a shock, and in a flash, accompanied by the red sword, it directly wiped out most of the gray rats around him in an instant.

The remaining few gray squirrels panicked, and the squeaky instantly broke the original calm of this area, and several gray squirrels fled in panic and scattered in all directions, but how could Wang Yan, who had been prepared, give them a chance to escape.

He snorted coldly, and with a twist of the sun in his hand, a large red patch fell out like raindrops, accompanied by a squeaking scream, and the gray squirrels were all beheaded, and their corpses fell to the ground, motionless.

Wang Yan had a cold face, his footsteps were in the fishy smell, and he inspected back and forth several times, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he returned the sun to the sheath.

When he killed the big mouse, he noticed that the gray mist aura under the ground did not seem to have completely disappeared, and there were still a few faint gray mist aura hidden.

It's just that the gray mist breath is buried deep underground, and Wang Yan has no choice but to pretend to retreat and then wait for the opportunity to move.

As he expected, he found the mice infected by the gray mist.

"So this gray mist, is it contagious......" Looking at the mouse corpses all over the ground, there was a faint gray mist aura on each corpse, and the heaviness in Wang Yan's heart intensified a little.

Since the gray fog is contagious, it also means that as long as a trace of gray fog appears in the real world, it is a fatal danger.

The most important thing is that Wang Yan doesn't even know how to use to extinguish this gray mist, although the sword intent in his body can eliminate this gray mist, but he can't mobilize the sword intent in his body every time there is a gray mist, right?

"Let's try it first, and see if modern scientific and technological means can find the traces of gray fog......" He was worried that it would be useless after all, Wang Yan simply didn't think about it, and quietly waited for the dawn to go down the mountain.

…… In the early morning, the fog of Heming Mountain had just lifted. The village chief, who was so worried that he hadn't slept all night, had already stood at the entrance of the road down the mountain from Heming Mountain and waited, he kept pacing, and he could see that he was very nervous.

Suddenly, he heard Sasha's voice and looked up. I saw that on the way down the mountain, in the mist that had not yet had time to completely disperse, a slender figure was walking towards the mountain step by step.

The figure walked steadily, holding a sword in one hand, but the other hand seemed to be dragging something, and there was a heavy friction sound behind the figure.

The village chief smelled a foul smell of blood, looked at the figure that was slowly coming out of the fog in surprise, and subconsciously took a step back.

A handsome face finally came out of the fog completely, and with a wave of his hand, Peng's voice threw the corpse that was dragging behind him more than twice his size in front of the village chief.

"Get someone to carry this thing away."