I don’t know if it was Trist’s illusion, but the fog became thicker and even the nearby street lights began to flicker as if they were about to go out.

Looking up, the sky was gray, without stars or moon. This island, this small town seemed to be isolated from the world.

Lu Ban looked in the direction of the villa, which had been completely engulfed by fog and he could not see anything. He was a little worried and did not know the situation of Amber and Hongye.

Naturally, there was no signal on the mobile phone, and Lu Ban's old mobile phone did not have the function of sending and receiving satellite short messages, so there was no way to call Amber when there was no signal.

“We can only find the problem as soon as possible.”

Lu Ban muttered to himself.

Fortunately, as a chosen one of God, he has seen all kinds of storms. Even the incarnations of the Outer Gods can chat and laugh with him. In comparison, Xia and Drizzt in this world are really too young.

In this case, most likely something happened on the island, either the Old Ones awakened, or the evil gods were at work. In any case, it definitely wasn't the thick fog caused by abnormal climate.

Moreover, what he had just experienced in the bar made Lu Ban quite convinced that a supernatural force was influencing the island.

Those tourists were just the beginning. I don’t know if it was because of the food they ate here, or some other influence, but in short, if they continue to stay here, maybe even themselves or the people around them will become alienated.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban picked his throat again and vomited out everything he had just drunk. Despite this, he still felt a strong burning sensation in his esophagus and stomach. There must be some residue left, but he didn't know whether gills or webbed feet would grow.

"The hotel should be in this direction, let's go quickly."

Trist pointed ahead and said, the fog became thicker, even the hotel was barely visible, only the street lamp at the door, like a lighthouse in the dark, guiding the direction.

"There's no one on the street."

Xia couldn't help but say.

"You want to work harder too?"

Lu Ban responded subconsciously.

"Um?"

Xia looked at him, confused, and seemed to remember something, and spoke to herself.

"Yes, we have to work harder."

Lu Ban immediately looked around. Fortunately, there were not many private cars on the island, and there were no black luxury cars on the streets. It was unlikely that a group of men in black would suddenly appear and shoot Trist.

Walking in the mist, Drizzt felt a damp heat.

The fog was like the mist from boiling sea water, full of fishy smell and very sticky. When it got on your body, it felt like walking out of a steamer, making you feel hot and unbearable.

He, Lu Kan and Xia kept a distance of one person from each other, confirming each other's presence in the increasingly thick fog.

After walking for about five minutes, Drizzt felt something was wrong.

"Have you noticed that we seem to have been walking for quite a while?"

He asked.

The distance from where we saw the hotel just now should be only a few hundred meters, which is more than enough for a five-minute walk.

But now it seems that the hotel is still far away, as if it will take another ten minutes to get there.

This feeling is like a mirage in the desert, which is confusing.

“Is this hotel an illusion?”

Lu Ban looked at the place carefully. It was so lifelike, as if there was a real hotel.

"Uncle Cui, is there still signal on your cell phone?"

Xia took out her cell phone, confirmed her signal, and turned on the camera's flash to use it as a flashlight.

The light penetrated the swirling mist and illuminated the nearby streets.

"No."

Trist also took some pictures with his cell phone. He saw that the houses around the street looked very dilapidated, with many mottled scratches on the walls. The signs at the door of the shops were dark in color and rusty, as if they had been submerged in water for a long time. This street did not look like a place where people lived, but rather like ruins that had been destroyed long ago.

Lu Ban looked back and found that the strange bar had disappeared into the fog at some point, leaving no trace.

He walked to the door of a nearby store and found that this was the restaurant where they had dinner in the afternoon.

Looking inside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the tables and chairs were toppled over and in a mess, as if they had been robbed.

Lu Ban stretched out his hand and touched the glass. The cold and sticky touch spread across the glass, giving people the feeling of being smeared with glue. He retracted his fingers and saw some transparent dew on his fingertips. The viscosity of these water droplets was obviously not that of ordinary water. He sniffed and smelled a salty and wet smell.

Resisting the urge to taste it, Lu Ban wiped it off.

After all, I am no longer the same person I used to be. If I eat anything indiscriminately, I will really die. Before I investigate the situation here clearly, I'd better act carefully and delicately.

As a cautious person who always plans before taking action, Lu Ban turned his head and did not try to enter the restaurant.

But when he turned around, he found that Trist and Xia were gone.

"Lao Cui? Xia Ya?"

Lu Ban called out twice, but the only response he got was thick fog.

He listened carefully, trying to hear whether Xia and the others had walked away without noticing, but the streets were silent at night.

No, not silence.

Lu Ban heard soft whispers in the sea fog.

This whisper is like a dream talk from the depths of the sea, full of deep, indifferent and frenzied qualities, making people feel a strong sense of loneliness and mania.

On this quiet street, such mumbling echoed in Lu Ban's mind like fingernails scratching on a blackboard.

He thought about it and decided that he definitely couldn't just sit here and wait for death, so he might as well head towards the hotel.

So Lu Ban started walking again.

The flickering lights at the entrance of the hotel penetrated the fog and soon became the only mark in the world that Lu Ban saw.

He felt the ground was sticky as well, and when he looked down he discovered that it was wet, as if a sprinkler truck had just passed by. The water was similar to that on the restaurant's glass, a glue-like fluid, and stepping on the ground felt like stepping on a puddle of mud after rain.

This may be the feeling of stepping on shit that many people advocate on some social software.

Lu Ban stepped on it twice more.

He continued forward, but the street lamp showed no sign of getting closer.

A writer once described death as walking on the road and encountering a wall, which stretches infinitely far away in all directions with no end in sight.

Although Lu Ban can now walk in all directions, the only beacon left is the street lamp in front of him. If he continues to walk like this, it will be tantamount to death.

He called out a few more times, but there was no response except for the whispers in his ears.

He took a few steps and suddenly, he felt a vibration in his pocket.

Lu Ban reached out and touched it, and found it was his own cell phone.

The cell phone vibrated and made a pleasant ringtone, echoing in the quiet street.

Lu Ban saw that there was a caller ID on it.

It's Amber calling.