Rewind the clock to a few days ago.

Li Ping'an was on the top of a mountain, with his back against a poplar tree, sitting in a secluded and uninhabited place.

He was half-leaning and half-lying, looking at the scenery around him, with a sword beside him.

In front of him were yellow paper symbols, and although there was wind, the yellow paper symbols did not move.

Li Ping'an bit his finger and forced out the essence blood.

With blood as ink, he holds a chivalrous pen in his right hand.

And so it began.

His handwriting is dignified and solemn, revealing a deep charm, and he stretches calmly with his pen, and his right shoulder is slightly shrugged.

The lines are powerful, and light and dark intersect.

Lao Niu stretched out his hand and pulled off Li Ping'an's hair, and then wrapped it around the yellow paper talisman.

After each stroke, the yellow rune paper rose with the wind, fluttering up and down in the air.

At the same time, it folds automatically, and within a few moments, it has turned into a paper crane.

The paper crane flapped its wings and rode against the wind.

When all the paper cranes flew away, Li Ping'an exhaled softly.

came and went, but I didn't know if it was too late.

At this moment, the sky was already white, and there was a faint hint of life, as if the dawn was coming.

And when a ray of morning light falls.

Li Ping'an slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

The consumption of this night is too great.

Deliver messages across state lines, but also make sure they're fast enough.

Li Ping'an rubbed his brows and exhaled lightly.

He had a vague bad premonition and didn't take much rest.

Stepping on the drizzle flying sword, it flew away in one direction.

..............

"Boom ——!!"

"Guotou, the rain is getting heavier."

The man of the caravan shouted.

It's been raining for two days, and it's really wicked.

There is little rain in the fog forest, and it is good to have a few rains throughout the year.

This time, it rained for three days.

The pot head of the horse gang wiped a handful of rain from his face and shouted, "Keep walking!" Don't stop, don't stop. ”

He didn't want to shout, but the rain was so heavy that the people behind him couldn't hear it if he didn't shout.

There are thousands of stockades in the fog forest, some large and some small.

Without exception, the owners and elders of each village are worshipping the gods.

They didn't know what was happening, but the rain seemed to herald a catastrophe.

The clouds in the sky were thickening, and the raging storm pushed the people who were praying to the gods for help as if they could no longer stand.

The sound of rushing water came from all directions, and cold raindrops hit them.

It was as if they were trapped in the water.

In the depths of the fog forest, the fog that had been permeating the millennium began to slowly dissipate.

"Roaring ——!!"

The roar of the beast kept ringing out.

The birds flew out of the forest, and the wild beasts ran away.

But it was as if an invisible force was tearing at them and devouring them.

More people stood in the rain, staring at the depths of the fog forest with glazed eyes, as if a great fear was silently approaching from the unknown end.

In the mist, among the rocks, in the grass.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of ghost eyes, they are laughing at the human beings who are still confused.

Laugh at their incompetence, laugh at them and mock them that they will unknowingly go to destruction.

"Er, hurry up!"

Orion greeted his second brother.

The old man carried a rabbit with dark fur, which was not small.

"This rain is really evil."

"Not really."

The brothers chatted as they quickened their pace.

Gradually, I couldn't see the road in front of me clearly.

The Boss kept wiping the rain from his eyes.

"Second, second!"

The boss looked around, and it was raining and foggy, but he couldn't see the shadow of the second child at all.

Turning his head sharply, a terrifying face appeared in front of him.

It was a withered face, without a trace of blood, and a pair of eyes sunken in their sockets, shining with a turquoise light.

"Ahh

The monster was still holding the second child's head in his hand.

"Bang!!"

Brains splattered, and a stream of warm liquid flowed out of his face.

The Boss let out a scream of fear and ran away.

The figure followed him slowly, as if enjoying the pleasure of hunting.

The boss ran back to the village in a panic, "Help... Save"

As soon as his voice came out, it suddenly stopped.

The whole village was filled with the sound of commotion, but it was not the voice of a person.

Blood and rain are mixed together, and such a heavy rain can't dissipate the strong smell of blood.

The ground was full of corpses, and one of the heads was very conspicuous.

It is the owner of the village, who once killed the three demons who ran out of the fog forest with his bare hands.

At this moment, his head was hung on the flagpole.

The boss sat down on the ground, his heart like ashes.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen stockades near the depths of the fog forest were the first to suffer.

The people were terrified and their faces were like ashes.

Some were seriously injured, some were still bleeding, like a pack of lost dogs.

"Beacon!"

"It's a beacon."

A stockade lit a beacon fire.

This is a signal between the stockade and the stockade, because it is often attacked by monsters, and several villages close to each other huddle together to keep warm.

When monsters attack, notify each other and prepare for defense.

The door of the stockade was slammed shut.

Roars came and went, sometimes thundering, sometimes echoing through the valley.

It's hard to imagine what kind of fierce and vicious people it is.

The people of the whole village are armed and ready for a hard battle.

However, they soon realized that they were too naïve.

Before the battle could begin, it turned into a massacre.

..........

Thatched house.

The shopkeeper of the wine shop was drinking while looking at the rain.

Although it made him feel a little depressed, he hadn't seen such a rain scene in the fog forest for a long time.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a figure in the distance hurrying towards him.

"Come here, don't get sick, it's raining too much." Shopkeeper Sun shouted.

But the man was halfway through the run, and suddenly fell to the ground, as if he had used all his strength.

Shopkeeper Sun frowned, "What's going on?" ”

Holding an umbrella, he ran out the door.

When I took a closer look, I found that this person had blood on his body.

"Oh, what's going on?"

Shopkeeper Sun recognized the identity of this person and hurriedly helped him up.

“... Monster.. Monster..!! ”

Shopkeeper Sun's face changed, "Brother, hold on!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill coming from behind him.

When I looked back, my heart was half cold.

"I don't like this expression, smile."

The monster behind him reached out and grinned at the shopkeeper Sun's mouth.

With sharp fingertips, I could easily see a bloody mouth open at the corner of Shopkeeper Sun's mouth.

"By the way, this expression is so good-looking, and it looks much better to die with a smile."

Shopkeeper Sun closed his eyes, and his body seemed to have no trace of temperature.

He is not weak, the humans living in the fog forest have practiced martial arts since childhood, and their physique is naturally much stronger than that of the Central Plains.

Natural selection, weak people are either affected by the fog and die early, or are killed by monsters.

Shopkeeper Sun has also encountered monsters a few times over the years, but it has never been like today.

The huge gap in strength made him lose the ability to resist.

"Fuck you!!"

There was a roar, and at the same time a sword roar rang out.