"Brother Xia, it's foggy."

Gao Tianyi, who had found a high ground in the town, held up his binoculars and looked at the part above the cyan mountains that was hidden in the mist.

The inch-headed police officer, who hung up a headset to communicate with the high school students, was busy in the town, and it took a while to reply, "Isn't it foggy early?" ”

"It's not this Brother Xia, it's ......"

Without waiting for Gao Tianyi to finish speaking, the alarm that sounded rapidly shook the young man's ears, and he hurriedly took out the detection instrument that was stuffed into his pocket and pressed the close button.

The young man who had finally been saved breathed a sigh of relief, and a few seconds later, he heard a sonorous "grass" in his headphones.

Obviously, Xia Chengyin, who was elsewhere, also heard this piercing siren.

"Brother Xia, what is this alarm?"

"Tsk, the trickiest one...... I'll tell you later. ”

Xia Chengyin turned off the local communication of the headset and picked up the mobile phone that had been thinking about it non-stop since the beginning.

The phone call came from his boss and told him about the sudden increase in the test value of Kangtai Mountain.

Originally, this matter was not in their hands, but who let Xia Chengyin go on a business trip in the local area, and they were all informed, which caused Gu Cheng to call his subordinates.

"Got the boss, did you soar directly to the value of the table?" Xia Chengyin fell into deep thought, "...... Yes, yes, I'll give you feedback if you have a problem, hang up first, I'm still busy here. ”

After discovering that a tourist came down from the mountain and brought a red rope, Xia Chengyin urgently called local colleagues to rush to the police.

Hurrying and catching up is coming, and it takes a lot of time to separate the tourists safely, and the total number of tourists is double their number.

On the other hand, they had to think about how to go up the mountain to determine the situation, and the local colleagues were so worried that their heads were almost bald.

I am still thinking about how to safely dispose of the red rope on the hands of tourists, and the mutation is sudden.

I don't know where the chain reaction started, and the red rope began to glow red.

Although the effect was not obvious, the tourists still showed physical discomfort, some had headaches, some were nauseous, and some even vomited on the spot.

"What should I do?"

"Just stun it." Someone complained, "Let's talk about the explanation later." ”

Fully embodying a rotten idea, the tourists who appeared abnormal were knocked unconscious, and then dragged aside to wait for the red rope to be processed.

Due to the large number of tourists and their limited manpower, the process is somewhat lengthy without harming the average person.

Over time, new accidents are likely to arise.

Xia Chengyin looked a little confused as the people around him looked a little confused because of the sudden alarm, and he couldn't help but shake his head, and then stepped aside.

He turned his headphones back on and asked, "Little ghost, what do you mean by fog?" ”

The sound of a young man answering was not heard in the headphones, but the whirring of the wind and the constant panting, which sounded like he was constantly running.

Xia Chengyin felt that something was wrong.

"Hey, where is Gao Tianyi?" The inch-headed officer asked, and he began to run towards a small high platform in the town, "Kid, where are you now!" ”

The wheezing sound didn't stop, and there was the sound of clattering footsteps.

Xia Chengyin is also running.

The town was so big, and it didn't take long for him to come to the high platform where Gao Tianyi was before.

There was no one, the high platform was empty, only the stone bench for people to rest still had residual warmth.

The man was gone, but not for long.

"Gao Tianyi!" Xia Chengyin raised his voice and shouted into the headphones, "Where the hell are you?" ”

The young Taoist should not have an accident, but his habit of running around without listening to instructions really has to be changed, and he can't always rely on his identity as a foreign aid to mess around-

"I'm going up the hill." The young man's extremely tired voice finally came from the earphones, "Brother Xia, I have to take a look at the residents of the mountain." ”

"This fog is very bad, if it drifts halfway up the mountain, I don't know what will happen......"

"And Brother Xia, there is also a problem with this mountain, you should be small when you go up the mountain-"

The sound in the headphones stopped abruptly, as if the signal was not good, and it was directly interrupted.

……

The misty white mist rose at some point and lingered around the square.

Bai Su originally wanted to fill the entire dream with white mist, but he subconsciously canceled this plan.

After thinking about it, maybe it's because dreams are infinitely extended.

Although the main body is only this huge magic circle, but far away, the dream is boundless.

Moreover, he also felt that something strange would happen if the white mist dispersed too much.

As a result, Bai Su only sprinkled white floc around the square, and between the "nonsense" of the wooden Buddha, everything in the square was isolated from the surroundings.

His goal from beginning to end was to trap the Wooden Buddha.

It's like holding the Tangram arcade at the time.

But is that enough? Bai Su looked at the ground and had to find a way to lay it on as well.

He can't let the big meal in his mouth run away, he has been waiting for the food body summoned by humans.

The other hand raised by the wooden Buddha did not stop because of Bai Su's words, and it quickly swung the second palm after the first blow missed.

The giant hand slammed into a half-meter deep pit, and the crack spread along the edge of the palm, but it didn't last much, and after the wooden Buddha raised his hand, the crack and the pit were restored.

The Wood Buddha was the master of the dream, and this realization was once again recognized.

There was no black-haired youth in the restored pit, and the head of the wooden Buddha with his hand tilted again, and it saw the "little bug" standing there yawning in the open space next to it.

The Wood Buddha defines the black-haired youth as a small worm, without which human beings are too small in its eyes.

I just don't know how to hide so much, it's a little slippery little bug.

The Wood Buddha was plagued by insects when he first woke up, and then he crushed them all to death, and then, after a long time, humans were promoted to the rank of little insects in his eyes.

If a good insect worships it, it will give it its own seeds and "blood", just like the one just now.

The Wood Buddha glanced back, and the new dependents it had pitied were standing on the edge of the circle, holding the white bone staff in a daze, and if they took a step back, they would be engulfed in the white mist.

That's right, White Mist.

The wooden Buddha looked at the sky, and the fog that gradually thickened and thickened obscured the light of the red sun, which affected it to absorb the light a little, but it didn't matter.

The masked head hung down again, it had already dealt with the humans who didn't have enough respect for it, and the second little bug that was a little slippery had to ...... Hey, what about people?

As soon as the wooden Buddha looked down, the human in front of him who had escaped his two palms was no longer where he had just stood.

How could it be...... It does not perceive human ......

The black-haired youth was nowhere to be found, replaced by a blank slate.

Covering the dark circle was a patch of white, white spreading and swaying slightly with the movement.

Like a white flower in full bloom.

(End of chapter)