In the early morning, the sky turned white.
While sleeping, he vaguely heard someone knocking on the door. Dolin opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the window. A ray of light came through the gap in the curtains.
"So early..." Dorian muttered, rubbing his eyes.
The door was knocked again, the sound was very soft, and Dolin got out of bed reluctantly.
"I'm up..." Dorian said hoarsely, and then opened the door.
Old Donkey Tou, who had already been groomed, stood outside the door. When the door opened, Old Donkey Tou quickly looked into the house.
"What are you looking at?" Dorian asked in confusion.
"Ever since we entered this village yesterday, Xiao Hui disappeared. Let's ask, is this donkey mine or yours?" the old donkey said angrily.
"Isn't it just Xiao Hui? He slept well here with me." Dolin searched his nose and turned his head towards the house.
"You little traitor!" The old donkey head saw the gray donkey lying on the ground looking out from the gap, and said angrily.
"Wait a moment while I change my clothes!" Dolin said and closed the door.
Not long after, the door to the room opened again, and Dolin, wearing a black robe, pulled out Xiao Hui, who was still awake.
"I can't tell, but you are quite energetic when you are working hard." The old donkey looked at Dolin up and down and said.
"Really? I think so too." Dorian said with a smile and swept his clothes.
"You're shameless, did you leave money for the people?" Old Donkey Tou spat at Daolin, and took Xiao Hui's reins back from Daolin's hands.
"I gave it! You still have to say it!" Dolin said with a smile.
The two walked out of the yard. The sun had just jumped out of the horizon, but the moon was still hanging in the sky, and a few stars could be vaguely seen.
"Why do you have to get up so early?" Dorian asked with a yawn.
"Hurry up and go to Tierong County. I heard that the Tiedang Gang has surrounded Tierong County!" The old donkey turned on the gray donkey's back and pointed at the closed courtyard door.
"When did it happen?" Dolin asked with a shocked look on his face. While asking, he walked to the door and opened the courtyard door.
The two walked out of the yard and closed the door.
"I heard from the villagers this morning that it will take a few days for the news to spread." The old donkey head said with a sigh.
"Then we have to go quickly. The food reserves in Tielong County can only last for a month at most!" Daolin said with a frown.
"There is a shortcut. The villagers told me that there is a swamp in the south. It takes about an hour to walk there. After passing through the swamp, you are not far from Tierong County. It saves about a day and a half compared to taking the main road..."
"But that swamp is very large and has poisonous miasma floating around all year round..." said the old donkey head.
"The current situation is really not suitable for flying there. The people from the Resurrection Society might be there too. It would be too easy to be exposed by flying there. Walking through the swamp is indeed a good way." Dowling thought for a while and said.
As soon as they left, the two of them left the village and headed south. There was no conversation all the way, and the two of them concentrated on their journey.
"Here we are, there is a swamp ahead. To be precise, it should be a poisonous fog swamp." The old donkey pointed at a large forest in front of him and said.
Dolin nodded. He saw a dense forest not far ahead. The forest extended several kilometers to the left and right, and a thick green poisonous mist floated in the forest.
"Here you go!" The old donkey took out a red fruit the size of a finger and threw it to Dolin.
"Hold it in your mouth to avoid poison." The old donkey head also took one into his mouth.
"I am immune to all poisons, so there is no need for it!" Dolin said and stuffed the red fruit into the gray donkey's mouth. The gray donkey chewed it and swallowed it.
"Keep it in your mouth and you swallow it!" Dolin used his hands to pry the gray donkey's mouth open.
The gray donkey shook its head and struggled.
"Okay, it's not afraid of poison either..." the old donkey said angrily.
"It's not afraid of poison. You didn't tell me earlier!" Dolin replied even more angrily.
The old donkey head rode a gray donkey and followed Daolin into the woods. The poisonous fog was very thick and the visibility was only about five meters.
There was a muddy swamp under his feet, and the surroundings were filled with the stench of decay. Dolin wanted to vomit several times but had to hold back.
The old donkey saw that Dolin's expression was not good, so he took out another piece of red food and threw it to Dolin.
Dowling put the fruit into his mouth, and the pungent stench immediately decreased a lot.
"This fruit is pretty good. What's its name? Why haven't I seen it before?" Dolin asked curiously.
"I don't know what the name is. It was a coincidence. I bought it at a vegetable market. I thought it was a cherry tomato and bought a lot of it." The old donkey head said helplessly.
"Wet market? Cherry tomatoes?" Dolin was a little confused, which vegetable market sold such treasures as cherry tomatoes.
"I also once entered a place with poisonous fog. I was bored while walking, so I took out a few and ate them. Every time I ate one, I felt that the poisonous fog had a lower impact on me. Only then did I know that this was a treasure." Lao Donkeyou explained. road.
When Dolin heard this, an idea suddenly arose in his mind, that is, go to the vegetable market again. If he could grow this kind of thing by himself, wouldn't he be able to make a fortune.
The two stepped on dead wood and walked together. Dolin was cautious for fear of accidentally falling into the swamp, where it was impossible to tell the direction. However, he found that the old donkey walked very confidently.
"Why do you know the way?" Dolin felt a little puzzled, but asked calmly.
"Although I am a road addict, my symptoms are milder than yours at least. Besides, there is a gray donkey, so I won't get lost." The old donkey head said with a smile.
Is it really? Is it really what he said? This old man must have a map!
After following the old donkey head for a while, the poisonous fog began to thin and the visibility expanded to about ten meters.
"What do the villagers say? When visibility improves, turn to the right!" Old Donkeyhead muttered in a low voice, but Dolin heard it clearly.
"I just said that we are both road crazy. How could you know the road? It turns out that someone told you the route!" Dolin snorted.
He originally thought that the old donkey head would say something back to him, but Dolin found that the old donkey head tilted his head slightly. Could it be that he sensed something?
"What's the matter?" Dorian asked.
"It's nothing, I just felt a different kind of aura." The old donkey shook his head and said softly.
"Why didn't I feel it?" Dorian asked.
"Do I have to say it clearly? You are too weak!" The old donkey turned his head and gave Dolin a white look.
Dolin smiled awkwardly, touched his nose and sighed secretly that the old donkey's telling ability was quite strong.
"You will die if you trespass here. If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice came from the front, making Dolin tremble subconsciously.
"We passed by here and encountered some tough problems." The old donkey laughed lightly and rode forward on the gray donkey.
Dolin followed closely and walked out. There was no poisonous fog here. There was an open land in front of him, and next to the land was a constantly churning swamp.
"Hey, yo, have you met someone who is not afraid of death this time?" A skinny figure rose slowly from the swamp, dirty mud dripping from his body.
This visual impact made Dorian's stomach churn and he almost vomited.
