Throughout the past day, Yu Zhi followed the caravan at the end, observing Bai Wu.
The deserted villages along the way... Yu Zhi has always associated the villages with the white mist. The people in those villages were swallowed up by the white mist like the five "lost" people in the caravan. This is also possible. explain.
But these weird white mist didn't give Yu Zhi much sense of oppression, but the aura behind the white mist made Yu Zhi even more frightened. What made Yu Zhi even more strange was that the aura that gave him the strange feeling didn't seem to belong to the human race, but more like a night ghost.
So, Yu Zhi made a bold guess. The strangeness of the deserted villages along the way and the sudden white fog...if the two are not related...
Then, all this is not difficult to explain.
After leaving the carriage, Yu Zhi said to the steward and Zhou Hu: "Tonight, we will take turns to be on guard. If there are no accidents, we can set off tomorrow morning."
San'er wanted to say something, but when he thought of what Yu Zhi said just now, he swallowed and held it back. He is also a third-grade stone cracker, but he is much older, but he is threatened by the young man. It is really difficult to swallow this breath.
"Brother Li, I'm sorry for bothering you," Zhou Hu said, cupping his fists at Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhi waved his hand indifferently, picked up a sword and walked towards the depths of the white mist.
After leaving the caravan, Yu Zhi's steps became lighter, bumping around in the white mist like a wild bull. Even though he was in the middle of the battle, Yu Zhi had nothing to worry about. This kind of confidence comes from one's own strength.
During the trip north, Yu Zhi lived a very miserable life, taking every step cautiously for fear of finding a flaw for Mr. San and others. His whereabouts are now secret, and no one knows when he went south and where he is now.
Therefore, Yu Zhi was not worried about Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry intercepting and killing them. He could just kill some of the cats and dogs he met on the road and regard them as eliminating harm for the people.
Especially the killers under Mr. Third, who kill every one they see.
This is also thanks to Ning Huan who turned from darkness to light.
Yu Zhi couldn't help but sigh: "Ning Huan is a good person."
The white fog is very thick, like curtains stacked one after another. When moving in the white mist, you will always encounter some resistance.
During the day, the sun can still penetrate some white fog, allowing people to see some light. But at night, it was even darker in the fog.
Yu Zhi circulated his true energy, his eyes shimmering, and he could see the surroundings. The most obvious change that "Little Man Picture" brought to Yu Zhi was the pair of eyes that could clearly see the flow of true energy.
Outside the white mist, the white mist figure also noticed Yu Zhi who had left the caravan.
"Haha, it seems that he was scared out of his wits and barged in randomly."
He used white mist to set up formations, killed many people, and saw more similar scenes. Those trapped in the white mist were frightened and tortured by fear, and then they broke into the white mist like crazy, struggling for a chance of survival.
As everyone knows, this will only make them die faster.
"We have besieged them for a day. We will kill them tonight so that we can go back and recover. Simple, so simple. This mission is so simple."
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally lifeless white mist began to float, and then turned into ghostly shapes, floating around the caravan.
"Hahaha!"
"Hey hey hey!"
The shrill and cold sounds came from the mouths of these white devils, big and small, dragging people into boundless fear.
"What's going on? What are these?"
"Ghost, run!"
"Mountain ghost, this must be the trouble caused by mountain ghost."
The caravan fell into panic. The servants of the caravan were so frightened that they hid on the ground of the carriage and did not dare to move. The practitioners of the first and second grades of cracking stone rushed into the white mist and lost a trace.
The frightened voice mixed with the ghost's sinister laughter echoed in the white mist.
As if they were here to claim their lives, these little devils pounced on everyone in the caravan, strangled their necks, or picked up swords on the ground and slashed at everyone.
Faced with such a situation, Zhou Hu completely lost control. He held the knife in his hand and said, "I can't care about other people. The five of us brothers will protect the carriage first."
All four people nodded. Under such circumstances, only unity can survive.
A kid dragged a sword taller than him and swept towards him. The sword was already covered in blood.
Zhou Hu raised his foot and kicked, his true energy burst out, the sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the imp turned into white mist and disappeared.
The strength of each imp is not high, but in the vast white mist, the imps rush towards me like thousands of troops. They are dead creatures, have no fear, and are not afraid of death at all.
The ghosts are so numerous that they are invincible!
Zhou Hu shouted loudly: "Everyone who wants to survive, come here, don't mess around, and guard the carriage. If you survive for an hour, you can survive."
For an hour... Even Zhou Hu himself didn't know where this statement came from.
But he understood that the entire caravan was now in disarray, and only by uniting everyone and giving them hope of survival could most people's lives be saved.
One hour was Zhou Hu's hope for everyone, and it was also Zhou Hu's signal for help to the boy who was deep in the white mist.
Sure enough, after hearing Zhou Hu's words, everyone picked up the weapons scattered on the ground and gathered towards the side of the carriage.
Zhou Hu looked into the depths of the white mist, hoping that the boy could bring a miracle.
...
Yu Zhi also noticed the situation on the caravan side. There were screams all around him, it was those people who broke into the white mist.
Suddenly, the white mist in front of him turned into a little ghost and rushed toward Yu Zhi.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yu Zhi calmly swung his sword, slashing the imp with a burst of sword energy and flying towards the depths of the white mist.
After walking a few more steps, the kid appeared from time to time and attacked and killed Yu Zhi.
"I found you!" Yu Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, and a white mist appeared in his slightly fluorescent eyes.
The white mist figure lurked in the white mist like a ghost. As long as he wanted to, the entire white mist was his place.
"It is said that the eldest daughter of the Su family is charming and beautiful. If we can taste the pair of white rabbits on her chest, the taste will be wonderful. Unfortunately, I am not so lucky, and neither is her paraplegic husband. .”
"When the news of her death came back to Sioux City, I wonder if her husband would be a little sad."
The figure in the white mist smiled obscenely. In the mist, he was both a ghost and an emperor, controlling the life and death of all life in the white mist.
Boom!
A thunder shook the white fog.
The purple thunder as thick as a bucket fell towards the white mist figure.
Discovered? ...The figure in the white mist had no time to be shocked. The figure dissipated and blended into the white mist silently.
The purple thunder blasted the ground into scorched earth, and before the wisps of black smoke could float, they were swallowed up by thick white mist.
Huh, it's just luck. If you find me once, can you find me a second time? ...The figure in Baiwu is extremely confident. He has killed many people, and even the strong men above the monument would find it extremely difficult to find him in the white mist.
As soon as this thought arose, a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.
Danger!
The sword light from the wind and snow came in, dispersed the white mist, and arrived in front of him.
The white mist receded, revealing its true form. His true face was never shown to outsiders.
The raging sword light fell on his body, and instantly countless blood marks appeared on his body, and the cotton-like white mist was dotted with bright red blood flowers.
"Fog Ghost, a Nanzhou killer, is at the sixth level of Armor Breaking. He is good at using fog as an array to trap and kill targets. It is said that he wraps himself in fog all day long, and no one has seen his true face."
As the sound drifted out of the white mist, Yu Zhi's figure also came to the fog ghost's eyes.
The handsome young man, the young man who can crack rocks of the third grade.
The fog ghost didn't know how a third-grade stone cracker could display such powerful martial arts, and he didn't even understand how the boy found his true body in the white mist.
So easy?
The fog ghost is a rickety old man, short in stature, with a sneaky appearance, and the two curls of beard at the corners of his mouth are even more obscene.
"How do you know my name?"
Yu Zhi smiled and said, "Not only do I know your name, I also know that you are Mr. Third's subordinate."
Wu Gui's eyes were startled, and he looked at Yu Zhi with a bit more fear. It is not difficult to know that he is a fog ghost, but it is extremely difficult to know the relationship between himself and Mr. Third.
"Who are you?"
Yu Zhi smiled and said nothing, raised his sword, and killed the fog ghost.
The fog ghost flew back and hid his figure in the white mist again. At the same time, he raised his hands and shot two poisonous arrows from his sleeves.
Seeing that Yu Zhi was unwilling to dodge, Wu Gui had a sneer in his eyes.
This was a poisonous arrow he bought from the ghost market at a huge price. The arrowhead was placed in poison that would seal the throat when it saw blood and was refined for seventy-seven and forty-nine days. Even the strong man above the monument could not escape death.
The fog ghost controls the fog and kills people with formations. This also means that close combat is not his forte.
Faced with the strongest bodyguard in the caravan, who was only a fourth-level armor-breaker, Fog Ghost still chose to use the fog formation that he was proud of. In fact, with his armor-breaking sixth level strength, he entered the caravan and within half an hour, the caravan was completely destroyed.
Of course, this is when Yu Zhi is excluded.
Yu Zhi learned many of the killer's methods from Ning Huan and called them sinister.
Facing two poisonous arrows, Yu Zhi did not retreat. With the blessing of "Instant Star", his figure galloped like a star and easily dodged the poisonous arrows.
So fast... The fog ghost hiding in the white mist was very panicked.
Run away, this person is not something I can deal with. I don’t care if I don’t want this damn bounty. Why is money so important?
The desire to escape is particularly strong.
Wugui never expected that the young man who was hanging around in the caravan would have such strength.
The fog ghost quickly wandered through the white mist like a ghost. He glanced at the white mist behind him, but there was no trace of Yu Zhi. He felt happy and thought to himself: "I gave this boy a lucky chance the last two times, and he was able to find it." My true body. Let’s see how you break out of my fog formation!”
Just when Wu Gui thought he had escaped Yu Zhi, a purple thunder fell again, and the purple thunder and lightning spreading everywhere blocked Wu Gui's way.
Then Yu Zhi rushed out of the white mist and kicked the fog ghost.
The short figure flew out upside down and landed on the thunder and lightning that had not dissipated.
"ah!"
After a series of screams, Wugui completely lost the strength to resist.
...
In the caravan, Zhou Hu and others were still struggling to support themselves.
Imps appear one after another, one after another, like a tide trying to drown everyone.
However, within a cup of tea, three cultivators of the first and second levels of Stone Splitting died, and more servants of the caravan died. Even Zhou Hu was injured.
Another level 4 Armor Breaker, Su Yichun, was also injured, but he still closely guarded the carriage.
"Boss, did that Li Zhi lie to us and escape alone?" San'er couldn't help but say.
Zhou Hu ignored San'er. In times of crisis, everyone would have many suspicions. These conjectures often lead people to insidious and cunning ways.
Zhou Hu roared: "An hour has not come yet. Brothers, if you hold on, you can survive."
