Peach weave put away the brocade bag, carefully with the palm of the left hand to hold the hexagram plate, the surface of the hexagram plate is engraved with ancient patterns, the edge is hollow, there is a needle inside, the needle appears in the gap. There are many words on the hexagram plate, and Tao Weaving can't read it, but she still understands the words that represent the southeast and northwest.

There is a red button in the middle of the hexagram plate, and with a light press of Momoori's thin hand, the pointer begins to rotate constantly, rotate, and slowly, the pointer stops, pointing to the southwest of the hexagram plate.

Flower Spotted jumped on Momo's shoulder, saw the position of Fang Pan's finger, his green eyes narrowed, and said thoughtfully: "Little Ancestor, this southwest direction is the fog forest, and the terrain inside is very dangerous, and it is ......."

Without waiting for Hana Ban to finish speaking, Momoori cut off and said, "The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, no matter what is in front of me, I will never back down." ”

The spotted dark green eyes flashed with excitement, and she looked at Momoori with admiration, which was really not disappointing, this courage was what the daughter of the fox king should look like.

The drinking party of the Full Moon Tower is still going on, and the peach branch walks the wall with the spotted cornices, and goes to the southwest fog forest by the moonlight, until the aroma of the wine in the Full Moon Tower is gradually buried far behind.

Under the moonlight, a cyan figure stood on the roof of the Full Moon Tower with his hands in his hands, and he looked at the disappearing figure in front of him, contemplating.

The fog forest is like its name, the reason why it is called the fog forest, is precisely because this forest is shrouded in thick fog all year round day and night, and there are no fingers in it, and ordinary people can't see the road ahead when they come here, because you won't know whether you are a normal path or an abyss in front of you, which is very steep.

Peach Weaving stood at the mouth of the forest, and he felt the wind blowing from it early, cold and terrible.

She cautiously followed the direction pointed by the hexagram, the sound of her stepping on the branches and leaves under her feet, and the temperature in the forest became lower and lower as she walked, and Momoori couldn't help but shiver.

Momoori is a fox and Spotted is a cat, and their eyesight at night is excellent, so even if the fog in the fog forest is thick, it does not hinder their normal vision.

The fog forest is not like other mountain forests, there are no cicadas here, frogs are crooked, the forest is just from time to time bursts of crows' wails, except for the sound of peach branches walking, squeak, squeak, squeak, nothing else.

The bright moon of the fifteenth only has a little moonlight through the dense branches and leaves, and under the cold moonlight, you can see the dense fog floating around in the forest, like a wisp of ghosts with nowhere to go, making the whole fog forest filled with an eerie atmosphere.

Maybe it's because the temperature in the forest is low, or because of the loneliness of this mad person, Momoori has a chilling coldness all over his body.

She looked at the spots on her shoulders with some trembling, but the spots looked ahead leisurely, with a catly face calmly, looking accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves.

Momoori couldn't help but feel ashamed of her fear, she took a deep breath, eased her mind, and moved forward with all her might.

"Little Ancestor, listen, there seems to be a voice ahead. Spotted said, his dark green pupils filled with a sharp cold light.

Momoori stopped and listened quietly, "Woo~Woo~"

"It's a wolf!"

She continued to listen, "Two...... Three ...... It's a pack of wolves!"

"Meow woo~ Let's go, little ancestor, let's go and meet the wolf in this foggy forest. Spotted grinned, and Momoori knew that the smile was its excitement before the battle.