I looked at it with a frightened and hostile look, and it shook its head and tail and followed, and I seemed to hear a voice, ethereal, with a very ethereal echo, and it grew fainter and fainter, and at last it was almost inaudible······ Not a voice, he didn't speak any language, he didn't speak, is this an exchange of ideas······ ？

“······ Onion······ Onion······ Onion······ I'm ······ I'm ············"

My mind flashed, I raised my index finger and put it in front of the fawn's nose full of warning, and the fawn called silently. Then, I raised my left hand on its head, a height that it could easily jump up to, and suck my blood, but it didn't.

The fawn meekly looked at me with wide, innocent eyes.

I rubbed my fingers and the blood dripped down, and it looked up and opened its mouth to catch the drops.

“······ Onion······ Verdant ······" Its voice gradually became clearer, "I am a creature of the Sea of Fog, and I have come to tell you that the natural disasters that the Dragon King spoke of are not only from the heavens, but also from the earth······ Underground ······"

The wound condensed, and I casually scratched another shallow wound with the tip of the ice.

"Go to the Pool······ Go to the Underworld······ Go to the Underworld······ Ancient ······ There are secrets in ancient books, but the answer is only in Heguang Mountain, ······ Important ······ Pray for rain······ Pray for rain······ More than just a name······ Name······ Name······ Name······"

Sunrise. Radiant, the sun tears the light veil of the morning light, making everything appear clear and concrete, full of vitality. The misty fawn vanished along with the light mist.

Blood, drop by drop, built on the grass.

I was dazed, my right hand slid gently over the bleeding wound, the coldness quickly stopped the bleeding.

Sea of fog, natural disaster, Stygian pool??? Did I just hallucinate, or did I have a strange dream?

I pinched my face, it hurt······

The sea of fog in the Misty Mountains, the pool of darkness at the bottom of the Thousand Pillars Lake, and the oracle of the same dust platform as the Light Mountain, these are fabulous names even for those of us who practice magic······ Could it be that the last person who went to the Oracle of the Foggy Sea and the Underworld was not Nuwa? Could it be that she really made up for it? What are you kidding! Practicing spells is a natural thing, and those legends are clearly supernatural powers that scare children!

“······ Verdant ······" A voice came from afar, faint and blocked by the dense forest, but very real and full of anxiety.

I shook my head and muttered, it seems that I am crazy, and I keep hearing some inexplicable sounds.

"Onion!" seemed to be closer this time.

I suddenly came back to my senses, turned around and said in surprise: "Feng Jian Qing!"

"Hmm······" I snorted, and a man flew over, with great force, and directly pressed me to the ground.

Although the long grass was soft and it didn't hurt to fall, I still exclaimed, just like last time, Feng Jianqing reached out to protect the back of my head, but this time it was not a stone wall behind me, but a meadow.