Brother Chongzi laughed and said, "Master Zijin, you are really an expert! If it weren't for you, we really wouldn't know where the future lies!"
Taoist Zijin shook his head indifferently: "Just now you were the one shouting that the shadow could teleport and penetrate the wall. How come you changed your tone in the blink of an eye?"
The smile on Brother Chongzi's face froze, but Taoist Zi Jin didn't pay too much attention to him. He looked at Zhang Fan and spoke softly.
"Master, there is a formation on this wall. The shadow just now was very familiar with the formation! It seized the fleeting opportunity to open it and escaped your pursuit! So it seems... this thing is intelligent!"
Zhang Fan picked up the purple jade bead on the ground and exhaled: "Follow him, we must find that person, no matter if he is pretending to be a ghost or is crazy or stupid! If he is a person, he can bring us important news."
whoosh.
Just as Zhang Fan's voice fell, a gray figure flashed in the white fog ahead. It seemed to be guiding, but also like luring. However, its speed was still too fast to be prepared. Just when I was about to look for it, it disappeared.
"Follow it. Maybe we can find the real way."
Seeing the shadow disappear in a flash but then pause for a moment, like a bait, Zhang Fan finally confirmed in his heart that this white shadow might be the last creature in the mountains that was kind to humans.
As for why it guides and leads the way for everyone, the purpose is still unknown. But now there are not many opportunities to choose. We must not let go of anything that seems unusual.
After a low shout, Zhang Fan leaned forward and chased after him at lightning speed. The Purple Gold Taoist was a step slower, watching Zhang Fan's figure disappear quickly in front of him, with a solemn expression on his face.
"Mr. Jiang Hai, what should we do now? Follow them?" Chongzi's heart was pounding when he saw the sudden change. He was as panicked as a frightened bird.
Nangong Manyun and Taoist Zijin were also staring at Jiang Hai.
Because when Zhang Fan rushed out and fell towards the figure, his spiritual consciousness transmitted a message to Taoist Zi Jin, asking him to make a choice.
So he stayed and saw what choices Jiang Hai and others made. If they did not choose to follow Zhang Fan's footsteps, it would not be too late for him to make another choice.
"This mountain is strange and mysterious. Without Mr. Zhang Fan leading the way, we can't go very far. Follow him and don't be stunned."
"Ah, really chase it, that thing is a ghost!" The bug refused to follow.
But after Jiang Hai heard his words, he became more determined. In this mountain, people can never be trusted. In front of him were Maarsen's various calculations, and behind him were the tricks of Ma Dali, a bug who had lived for who knows how many years.
Therefore, sometimes choosing to trust ghosts may not be a bad choice.
"Don't talk nonsense! Mr. Zhang Fan has found a way forward for us. If you can't keep up, we won't wait for you."
There was some anxiety in Mr. Jiang Hai's voice. He swept his cold eyes across the insect's face, then took a step forward, using the eight-step traditional Chinese martial art to chase the cicada away, and quickly followed Zhang Fan's back.
"Damn! He's crazy!" Chongzi grabbed the pistol tightly and followed desperately.
Taoist Zi Jin grabbed Nangong Manyun's collar and rushed out like lightning as if he was holding an object.
"Be careful, there are still some remnants of the formation here! Follow Mr. Zhang Fan, otherwise if something happens, don't blame me for not reminding you!" Old man Jiang Hai keenly discovered that there were still some residual threads of the formation in the air.
The thread was shaped like spider silk, so thin that people thought it was just an illusion. However, when Mr. Jiang Hai passed through it, a strand of his hair rubbed against the thread. He did not expect that the thread looked thin but was actually extremely tough and sharp.
Jiang Hai's hair was cut in a blink of an eye. When Jiang Hai found out, it had already happened. If it weren't for his good fortune and Zhang Fan rushing ahead and finding a safe way, his body might have been torn apart.
Brother Chongzi looked at the gray hair on the ground and swallowed hard.
Looking up, Jiang Hai did not slow down and rushed into the fog without fear of death.
"Master Zijin, I...please, don't abandon me."
Brother Chongzi shouted helplessly and felt a tightness on his back. A big hand grabbed his backpack. In the blink of an eye, he felt like he was flying.
But he watched his head hit one of the thin spider silk threads.
"Ah!" The insect screamed, but the expected pain did not appear. With the help of Taoist Zi Jin, he was flying quickly.
"If you want to die early, then scream louder. These spider silks are produced by the formation, but it does not mean that there is no interference from other monsters. If you encounter monsters, I will not waste my time on you."
Taoist Zi Jin's tone was cold and ruthless.
"I was wrong, I won't scream anymore!"
The bug grabbed the Taoist Zi Jin's wrist.
He didn't want to end up like Mr. Fei.
As soon as Old Man Jiang Hai threw down a few words, he crashed into the white fog. Taoist Zi Jin chased after him at a rapid speed.
Its speed surprised Zhang Fan. Although he did not use any magic, he had once chased a yellow rat demon in the outside world with just the explosive power of his body! But now, it could actually leave Zhang Fan behind like lightning, which naturally showed that it was not annoying.
Zhang Fan's pursuit speed gradually slowed down. After all, he was a human being. Without using magic, he was still just a mortal. In addition, the formation here appeared to be broken and torn several times, so he also had to be on guard against monsters lurking in the dark.
Fortunately, although the road ahead was tortuous, it had no end and no forks in the road. Otherwise, if it had gone faster, it would have disappeared without a trace.
However, just as Zhang Fan sped up again and chased for more than ten minutes, the narrow, dark, and deep passage ahead finally reached an end.
The passage that originally accommodated four or five people walking side by side suddenly became open.
It's like entering a square from an alley, no longer constrained by the surrounding walls.
However, the white fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the choking smell of sulfur had gathered here to a very sticky level. It seemed that the fog in front was mixed with white sulfur powder. When I got a little closer, I felt a burning sensation on my skin.
He stopped, not only because the place in front looked very depressing and dangerous, but also because it also stopped.
The female corpse, who had been running away, now stood in the mist, hunched over in a very strange posture. From the back, it stared into the deepest part of the mist, as if communicating something or reporting something.
Zhang Fan released some of his spiritual sense, but he did not catch any spiritual fluctuations, so he did not rush forward, but lagged behind and observed carefully.
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