Yuan Huazi squinted his eyes slightly, like an old man who was extremely tired from a night chat, trying not to fall asleep. His trembling throat and sweaty forehead completely exposed his worry.
He was still reciting the name of the True Immortal of Heaven, but he couldn't stop the bright red mist with strange light from coming towards him bit by bit.
The paint on the face of Hongyang Holy Child melted with the hot sweat, and the white crane's feathers solidified out of thin air, just like a crane lifting its wings to fly. But the expression on his face was extremely indescribable.
There was both longing and vigilance in that expression, as well as countless wishes to be fulfilled, which made the already ferocious face of Hongyang Saint Child even more terrifying.
Jiang Wen held the sword in one hand and was unable to move. His eyes caught a glimpse of the completely different looks of the two people beside him, but he did not notice that an inexplicable force had enveloped the land. Heavy fog quickly rose from the cracks in the rocks under their feet!
At this moment, the heavy fog finally fell on them.
The gray mist does not smell of moisture, nor the bitterness of forest moss, nor the mildew of the rocks that have not seen the light of day. The mist is as dry as dust, as gray as ashes, and as unclean as the precipitated crystals deposited at the bottom of a nightmare. A light touch will pierce the blood of those who dare to act rashly!
Jiang Wen abused his synesthesia, and these descriptions came to his mind out of thin air, but he did not mention a word about what he saw.
The moment when the fear reaches its peak is when the heavy fog spreads in front of me undeniably. The scene is like a monstrous flood sweeping silently, and like endless sand pouring down to bury it. Even though the breathing is still continuing vaguely, it brings with it There was a kind of soul-suffocating choking.
Because in the terrifying fog, he could see nothing, and the thick gauze covering his eyes could only reveal a trace of red light. What made him feel even more weird was that the voices around him also quietly disappeared!
Yuan Huazi, who was close at hand, seemed to be opening his mouth to speak, but he couldn't hear a single word. The Hongyang Holy Child on the side seemed to be roaring, but he couldn't hear a word. Even the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects in this barren mountain were pressed at this moment, making way for the vast gray fog in front of them.
Jiang Wen mentally calculated the speed of the gray fog spreading, and vaguely guessed that this heavy fog should have surpassed the location of General Liujia, completely covering the uninvited guests on the mountain.
But in the field of vision staring forward, Jiang Wen seemed to be able to see a shaky figure staggering forward at the very front of the Yanxiantan Mountain Road, not sure if it was because of the clouds left behind by his long gaze.
"Bang."
Just like the gongs and drums sounding before the start of a big show, a loud sound came vaguely from the depths of the clouds and mist, turning into a heavy blow on the soul. Although Jiang Wen's body could not move, his internal organs felt so uncomfortable that they seemed to be shattered. .
The harsh and disorderly sounds of gongs and clamorous drums ricocheted unbridled in the vast fog. Strange red lights appeared like dragons emerging from cold ponds and foxes wandering in the wild. Dark and unclear lights emerged from time to time.
Noises and unknown lights wandered everywhere, far and near, up and down, laughing and tearing up the four-dimensional coordinate axes, completely destroying the fragile sense of direction of those who strayed into this bottomless world. In the mist.
Jiang Wen stared and did not dare to relax for a moment, for fear that in the next second, something extremely ominous would appear in the fog.
In the memory, the celebrities from the Wei and Jin Dynasties who were the most frightened and frightened in the "Zhiguai Notes" were all included in the gray mist, quietly peering at their backs through the mist, smiling sadly.
It was obviously a thick fog in the dark night, but Jiang Wen suddenly remembered four words——
The wind and rain are dim.
It was a time of wind and rain, and the sky was as dark as night. There were dim candlelights in the world, and travelers who strayed in were pushing trees and sitting in coma, vaguely greeting the old corpses in the tombs, with the dead bones in the tombs as neighbors. Suddenly, lightning flashed from the ceiling and wrapped around the dead branches, turning a blind eye up and down. The skeletons on the ground finally began to speak human voices, nonstop telling interesting stories about someone who was tortured and died tragically...
Hula-la, hula-la, hoola-la.
Suddenly there were other sounds in the fog, suddenly surpassing the sound of gongs and drums, as if someone stretched their throat to the limit and tried to make a scream that was not human. It was as harsh as a broken flute pipe being poured into a hurricane.
Huge noise, filled with absurdity, surrounded Jiang Wen and the others, but the thick gray fog showed no sign of dissolving. Probably this gray mist is smaller than dust and lighter than air. It is enough to penetrate into the human body's immeasurable range and entangle itself in the gaps between bones, blood and other substances.
But the thick fog couldn't block the light, or maybe the thick fog liked to play with people's despair. Jiang Wen vaguely sensed that something was approaching, and he could even guess the speed, direction, and angle!
"Jiang...get down...get down..."
An indistinct voice suddenly sounded, and a force suddenly emerged from behind him, knocking Jiang Wen, who could not move, to the ground. However, Yuan Huazi and Hongyang Holy Child beside him remained frozen. It was obviously impossible. do what.
The moment Jiang Wen fell on his back, a strange shadow passed by him.
In the vast fog, even if they were face to face, Jiang Wen could not see the whole picture clearly. Jiang Wen could only distinguish a completely deformed human head with no facial features, and an extra meat cone sprouted from the top of his forehead, as if he threw the noodles into the pot. A shake.
The rugged and shriveled body became more twisted and dry as it reached the lower body. The tip of the lumbar vertebrae was wrapped in a thin layer of rotten flesh like a tail wagging, and the legs shrunk to the thickness of chopsticks and hung from the body.
Contrary to this terrifying and shriveled appearance, there is a pair of blue-black fleshy wings, sliding into the misty mountain forest...
But in the solid mist, there was suddenly a force in their arms.
Following this, the two people who were standing still suddenly felt something strange.
Those were two points of red light that suddenly lit up under their clothes. They flickered brightly and dimly, spread out with a strong fragrance of green smoke, and suddenly flowed into the gray mist, turning into a line of smoke. The ripples dispersed, seeming to be dissolving this everlasting mist.
As the strange fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, Jiang Wen's stiff body suddenly relaxed, and he finally regained his ability to move!
"What a risk, what a risk!"
Yuan Huazi held a broken stick of incense in his hand and looked at the curling smoke with lingering fear, "The old Taoist just realized something was wrong and was about to light this stick of Han Yuan Shou Palace Incense. Unexpectedly, he was a step too late and almost caused a catastrophe! "
Jiang Wen looked at the same type of incense that Hongyang Holy Child took out from his arms, and couldn't help but cursed the two of them secretly.
Obviously, Han Yuan Shou Gong Incense can make people walk freely in the fairy mist, and both of them obviously noticed the strange movement of the fairy mist. However, in order to deceive the other party into entering the game, he waited until the last moment to light the scent in his sleeves. As a result, they almost ended the game together.
"Zhenmao, did you feel someone pushing you just now?"
Jiang Wen asked quickly. This voice sounded familiar to him. He seemed to have heard it in Zhi Zhi'an's dream. Could it be that the Immortal Master Bai Yuchan appeared?
Yuan Huazi shook his head blankly, obviously not feeling anything wrong. In this heavy fog, one could completely disappear within three steps, and it was impossible to catch anything that appeared in it.
"Jiang Wen, did you see the black dragon just now?"
After listening to Jiang Wen's description, Yuan Huazi frowned and his white hair became even more panicked, "But I have never heard that a black dragon can grow flesh wings..."
Jiang Wen also lit a stick of Han Shouyuan Palace incense with a fire stick, and smoked it carefully on himself to ensure that his body was filled with the fragrant fragrance.
"Just get used to it. Didn't you expect that the fog from the Immortal Banquet Altar would suddenly appear from under your feet..."
Jiang Wen spoke slowly, recalling the moment when he was knocked over, and the slight smell of alcohol that his nose smelled. It seemed that the appearance of this wine was also strange.
As for what he saw in the fog just now, he just clenched the ancient bronze sword in his hand and remembered some rumors in ancient books.
Compared with what Yuan Huazi said, "Xu Xian saw the black dragon", what he thought of was the legend of the footless woman in "Yijian Bingzhijuan" written by Hong Mai. Someone in the capital saw a woman begging in the market, her clothes were in ruins. He had no legs, but he could walk on his hands and his appearance was perfect, so he took him home and worked as a servant.
As a result, a year later, there were frequent abnormalities in the house. The owner took advantage of the light to peek out of the window and discovered that the footless woman had two fleshy wings, both positive and negative. She had a strange appearance and a pair of wings that were green in color. After she missed the hit with her sword, The woman screamed and left.
Whether it is the Black Dragon of the Eastern Jin Dynasty or the Footless Woman of the Southern Song Dynasty, there seems to be something at work that can turn people into monsters that look human but not human...
