Xia Ning stood there stunned for a moment.
Then she scooped up a bottle of black water from the stream, filtered it using a water purifier, and obtained drinking water (inferior grade)
Xia Ning turned to her sister and warned, "I'll take care of you in this instance, but you're not allowed to eat any bugs outside, understand?"
The little sister tilted her head, flapped her wings, and landed on a branch.
Xia Ning did not continue to explore deeper, because the further she went, the thinner the fog became, and Xia Ning guessed that she might have reached the edge of the town.
She doesn't want to risk leaving the instance map for the time being.
Back at their temporary hideout in the cabin, Xia Ning and her sister looked at each other.
Little sister: "Gurgle~ Gurgle~"
Xia Ning said, "Let me tell you a secret: I'm most afraid of encountering a 'cuckoo spirit' when reading novels."
Little sister: "Coo coo!"
Xia Ning gave a sweet smile: "For the sake of our dungeon progress, you'll have to make some sacrifices, but I promise they'll be very, very small sacrifices."
Sister: ( ˋ Θ ′ )
It fled, she chased, it couldn't escape even with wings.
Xia Ning had no idea that an owl's body could become so long after it stretched out its head.
After ruthlessly plucking a feather from her sister, she personally created a scene of feudal superstition.
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When Greta found the priest, he had already been praying there for a long time.
The church, which was originally a place where the townspeople gathered once a week to connect, was now covered in dust and stains, just like the priest's robe.
The priest was thin and pale, but his expression remained calm and gentle.
Greta used to come here seeking the priest's solace whenever she felt uneasy. Other residents used to do the same, but as the number of sick people increased, fewer and fewer people came to the church. It is said that the militia captain even recently proposed demolishing the church and using the building materials to build a sentry post.
This once peaceful and tranquil border town was doomed to destruction because it angered the gods.
Residents fell ill one after another. The patients were bedridden, slurred their speech, had convulsions in their limbs, and developed pustules on their skin. Green liquid flowed from their eyes, and they gradually lost consciousness and began to gossip. Only then did this suffering finally end with death.
Residents with money or relatives outside the town fled the cursed city, while large numbers of poor people and elderly people who could no longer travel were cruelly abandoned to die.
Greta's family ran the town's only pub, so her parents knew many things that others didn't.
One day, Greta couldn't help but ask her mother why they didn't leave with them.
Her mother looked at her with sad eyes: "Leaving will only make the curse come true sooner."
At this moment, Greta knelt behind the old priest to pray, and the words spoken yesterday involuntarily came to mind.
—The messenger of the gray fog, invited by the heavens, will protect you on your journey and clear away the thorns along the way.
“My dear child,” the old priest said, his aged eyes still so clear, “what’s troubling you?”
“I…” Greta gritted her teeth and confessed in one breath, “I feel like I have been inspired.”
Upon hearing this, the priest began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Grey Mist above, please forgive this ignorant child."
He knelt down again, murmuring to himself, desperately suppressing the sorrow that was about to overflow from his eyes.
Greta realized that the old priest seemed to have misunderstood something, and quickly explained, "It is the mist that is calling me."
The priest paused, then slowly looked at Greta.
"God does not exempt us from disasters; He guides humanity onto the right path and redeems us from our original sin."
He asked, "Have you truly been inspired?"
This time, Greta did not hesitate. She nodded firmly: "The messenger of the gray fog has descended upon the world. He is the embodiment of the gray fog and the source of hope."
Upon hearing this news, the priest forgot all about praying and excitedly asked Greta to help him up.
Where is He?
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