Chen Mo looked at the gray mist that was gradually filling in front of him, he didn't rush to beat the gong and drum in his hand, his feet touched the ground, and his figure kept retreating.

As he moved away from the barracks, the gray mist that appeared in his eyes completely disappeared, and the scene was still the same when he looked at the barracks again.

No matter how he looked at it, with his flesh and blood at every turn, the barracks seemed to be like that.

It seems that there should still be some difference between the gray mist and the blood moon, at least one can be seen directly, and the other can only be found when pulled in.

Chen Mo looked at the military camp in front of him, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The gray fog seems to only exist in certain areas, and as long as you leave that area, you will not be dragged into the gray fog.

With this thought in his heart, he immediately rushed to Zhuniuji with all his might.

The market at night is very quiet, and people and other creatures have already rested early.

At a glance, there are only a few watchmen, who are still working hard.

Chen Mo slowed down and slowly stepped into the bazaar, and sure enough, a faint gray mist was slowly filling his eyes.

Chen Mo was now out of the Zhuniuji again, he really planned to go back into the gray mist to explore, but he shouldn't be in such a hurry.

As he moved away from Zhuniuji, the fog that had gathered around him slowly began to dissipate until it returned to nothingness again.

Chen Mo looked at the military camp in the distance, and then looked at the Zhuniuji in front of him, he fled all the way before combining himself, but he had never encountered a gray fog situation.

A vague guess gradually emerged in his mind, that is, the gray fog may only appear in places where there are people at night, at least a certain number of people need to gather within a certain range before the gray fog will be attracted to it.

This can explain why he only fell into the gray fog when he was close to Zhuniuji and the military camp, and he had never encountered the gray fog after fleeing in the wilderness for so long before.

In addition to this, there is another point, and that is under what circumstances it will fall into the gray fog.

At least one thing can be concluded, that is, in the sleeping state, it should not, if so, even if there are gongs and drums to drive away the gray fog, but every once in a while, there should still be people lost in the gray fog.

Because the dispersal of gongs and drums cannot be said to be absolutely safe, it can only be said to maintain relative security.

The sound of a gong can create a safe area at night, but the gray fog or red moon will continue to erode the area.

If in any state, people will be dragged into the gray fog, then even if there are gongs and drums, there will always be people who disappear due to various accidents.

But this situation rarely occurs, so it can only be explained that the erosion of gray fog is only for the conscious.

But if that's the case, why weren't these gongs and drummers dragged into the gray mist, and they hadn't broken through at night before, and their consciousness was absolutely awake at that time, why wasn't they dragged into the gray mist.

Chen Mo pondered carefully, and at the same time pondered the situation when he first entered the gray mist.

He stepped into the Zhuniu set again, but this time he deliberately went to the core.

Different from the previous fringe area, the street where I now settle belongs to the residential area of most people, and many of the roving watchmen will walk through this place beating gongs and drums.

Found a back street and alley to hibernate, Chen Mo was still cautiously observing the surroundings, the gray mist did not come as he imagined, the eyes of blood and qi swept the surrounding streets, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down, looking extremely lonely.

And when you look out, all you can see is the earth shrouded in crimson moonlight.

From the current situation, combined with the situation I suffered when I first entered the gray fog.

Chen Mo could roughly summarize how to enter the gray fog at night.

First, it is necessary to have more than 40 people gather within a certain range.

The second is to keep your will clear at night, at least not to be asleep.

And the area where it is located does not sound gongs and drums for a short time, giving the gray fog enough time to envelop itself.

Only when the above points are met, will you be dragged into the gray fog.

In the above three situations, the probability of one appearing well and three occurring at the same time is not high.

For example, in the lively markets of Zhuniu Market during the day, there is hardly anyone there at night.

Although the husband goes, he doesn't go much, and he mainly stays in the residential area to work on the shift.

If you are sober there, you will be dragged into the gray fog, and in other places where gongs and drums are often sounded, even if you are sober for a long time, you will still be safe and sound.

I think it's because of this that the gray fog doesn't often drag people into it.

Of course, whether the specific situation is like this, Chen Mo can't assert that these circumstances are just deduced by him, and he can't be sure that they are true.

And the situation that he deduced now only applies to the present, and the gray mist is very likely to be a kind of ruin realm, and every more person knows about it, it may undergo unpredictable changes.

However, according to the situation he has found out now, he has been able to explore the gray fog in a targeted manner.

Chen Mo didn't rush directly into the gray mist of Zhuniuji, he wasn't sure if the number of people gathered within a certain range would affect the strength of the strange creatures in the gray mist.

The most important thing is that the patrol and gong beating on the side of the barracks are all arranged by him, and he can roughly determine the time of the gong, and then carefully observe it with the eyes of flesh and qi to see where it belongs to the marginal area.

This ensures that even if you enter the gray fog, you can get out of it safely for a certain period of time, and ensure that you will not be trapped in it for a long time.

He had this gong and drum himself, but he was not sure that he could get out of it without a gong in the gray mist.

So outside the gray fog, someone must also help strike the gong.

All the way to the barracks, Chen Mo made a little observation, and at the same time prepared his own state, so that his internal qi could recover quickly.

His qi and blood were far more vigorous than ordinary people, and the wounds left on his palms had healed in just over an hour, and there were not even scars.

After observing outside the barracks for more than an hour, it was not until he figured out the specific situation and time interval of the gong struck, and his own internal qi had almost recovered, that Chen Mo walked into the barracks again.

Gray mist kept emerging, wafting throughout his life, like one smoke mass after another.

Not long after, Chen Mo completely entered the gray mist, and the military camp in front of him disappeared.

The gray mist was extremely silent, no sound came, and as far as the eye could see, only the fog fluttered.

Chen Mo didn't dare to be careless, the gong and drum had already been tied to his heart in advance, so that not only did he ensure that when he fought, it would never be thrown off and lost, but he could also use it as a heart armor.

He had previously tested that the most important thing about gongs and drums is to sound them, and it doesn't matter whether they are used or not.

Even if you knock it with your hand, it can have a similar effect, but the sound is duller, and the range of the blood moon that is dispelled is smaller, but it is not much different for yourself.

Chen Mo looked at the endless gray mist in front of him, and opened his own ears, the vision in the gray mist was too limited, and he could hear farther and more clearly, if there were strange creatures appearing, he would have to prepare in advance.

However, he is also ready to ring the gong and drum at any time, and will leave as long as there is a slight accident.

"Yo...... Boom......" There were several extremely long and shrill shouts in his ears, and the sound was definitely not accessible to people.

Chen Mo could roughly judge the direction of this voice, which was in front of his left, and the distance was probably no more than fifty zhang.

And the other party was still shouting, and the long and delicate voice was like opening an iron door that had not been opened for a long time, constantly creaking, and the listener was extremely bored.

The strange creature that appeared, as if hearing its own movements, was leaping towards itself, and it undoubtedly took itself as its prey.

The only thing Chen Mo could be sure of from his voice was that the strange creature should have four hooves.

Since that thing took the initiative to find itself, then he could wait for work.

He first took off the bow and arrow from his waist, and although his vision in the gray mist was limited, after opening the eye of blood and qi, he could still see everything within ten zhang.

This distance is enough to shoot two or three arrows by yourself.

A moment later, a creature leaped into Chen Mo's eyes.

It was an extremely delicate little sika deer, with a bright coat and white plum blossom markings. With innocence and ignorance, the two eyes looked at everything in front of them.

No matter how you look at it, it's not as evil as the blood monkey you saw at the beginning.

Chen Mo didn't hesitate for a moment, he pulled his bow and shot, although this little deer looked extremely docile, but he didn't dare to be careless.

If this fawn isn't a weird creature, then I'll eat venison tomorrow.

If yes, then it's up to the fawn to leave it to itself.

What's more, if this fawn, if it wasn't a strange creature, then why did it suddenly appear here.

"Ahh Chen Mo made two arrows in a row, hitting accurately, and the feather arrow pierced directly through the abdomen of this fawn.

It let out a terrible howl, but not a drop of blood came out.

Chen Mo's eyes were not surprised by this, this little deer was a strange creature, and his strength was not bad, after all, his two feather arrows only pierced into his body, and did not pass directly through it.

But it's nowhere near as good as the two blood monkeys I saw at the beginning.

Chen Mo picked up the spear and wanted to end the deer's life.

However, the two feather arrows that pierced the fawn's abdomen were actually being assimilated by it, but in an instant, they turned into two flesh-red tentacles hanging on the fawn's body.

The little deer no longer wailed, its two eyes showed a murderous bloody light, revealing a mouth of fangs that definitely did not belong to the sika deer, and rushed towards Chen Mo with a fishy wind.