A muffled buzzing sound came from high above. Just hearing this sound, one would think of some kind of insect, that tiny thing that gives you goosebumps.
The chilling sound grew closer and closer, seemingly coming from the other side of the stone bridge.
"Hurry up! I'll take this." Xu Qian didn't care about anything else, picked up Neil the monk from Xiao Qing's shoulder with one hand, and used a great light-foot technique to move towards the stone steps.
Seeing this, Xiaoqing quickly followed, also carrying a small monkey in her hand.
The three people and the monkey leaped quite a distance. Driven by curiosity, Xu Qian looked back and saw that the thick fog had dissipated considerably. Therefore, he could now clearly see what was on the other side of the bridge—a human face formed from black mist.
He had seen this thing before, over the skies of the Welsh Strait.
Thinking of this, Xu Qian suddenly stopped and faced the black mist.
"What are you spacing out for?" Xiaoqing asked when he suddenly stopped.
Xu Qian turned to look at her, shook his head, and said, "I don't think that thing will hurt us."
Xiaoqing paused, "...Do you know something?"
Xu Qian pondered for a moment, "I have an idea, but I'm not sure yet."
Xiaoqing, however, paid no attention to what he was saying. Her gaze was fixed on the face of the black mist figure flying towards them. The figure was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of them. Then... it leaped over them and headed straight for the stone steps.
"Okay, you're right." Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
“Let’s go, let’s follow them.” Xu Qian hoisted the monk off his shoulder onto the hoist.
Xiaoqing hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything. She nodded and followed.
With the black-faced figure of the mist leading the way, they encountered no other strange things along the way, until they came to a large stone pool with white mist rising from the surface of the water. The black mist had entered from there.
"Shall we follow them?" Xiaoqing asked.
Xu Qian wanted to nod, but the burden on his shoulders was a real problem.
Xiaoqing noticed his hesitation and said, "Then I'll stay here, and you go and scout ahead."
"Alright." Xu Qian thought to himself that he still had Flying Fish Balls, so it would be more convenient for him to be alone. Xiao Qing should be able to protect herself without much trouble.
After throwing the person down, Xu Qian ate a flying fish ball and jumped into the pool. The water was much colder than he had imagined, but still bearable.
With the boost from the Flying Fish Pill, Xu Qian swam as nimbly as a fish in the water. Before long, he spotted a light source at the bottom of the pool and quickly swam over to it.
A few minutes later, Xu Qian successfully emerged from the water.
Wiping the water off his face, Xu Qian climbed ashore with a burst of strength and found himself in a stone chamber. The walls were covered with moss, and there was a stone door to his right.
Xu Qian changed his clothes with a single click and headed straight for the only stone door inside the stone chamber.
Emerging from the stone gate, a thick fog enveloped the area, revealing a long corridor in the distance. Not far ahead, there seemed to be some kind of commotion.
Xu Qian didn't hesitate for long and used his light-footed skill to go to the source of the sound.
"Bang--"
The sound of a gun firing rang out.
Xu Qian paused briefly, then quickened his pace.
The closer he got to the source of the sound, the more urgent the red-name notification became, especially since the name of the red-name notification was 'Hua Laosan'.
As soon as Xu Qian approached, he suddenly felt a gust of wind, as if something was coming towards him. He instinctively shifted his body to the side. When he turned his head again, he saw a bloody half-corpse lying on the ground. Yes... half-corpse. It was a foreign man who had been cut in half at the waist.
Xu Qian withdrew his gaze, unable to bear watching any longer. He composed himself, gripped the Crimson Lotus tightly, and flew towards the red-named figure.
"Agatha—"
"Bang--"
Chaos reigned amidst the thick white fog, filled with the sounds of gunfire, painful gunshots, and the nauseating stench of blood.
"roar--"
"roar--"
Upon hearing the roar, Xu Qian leaped into the air, searching for the black mist face.
Sure enough, a patch of black fog appeared on the far right front, in the same direction as the red-named person.
Xu Qian repaired his eggshell and flew towards the black mist and human face.
As soon as Xu Qian landed using his light-footed skill, he looked up and saw the mutated 'Hua Laosan'.
He has lost his human appearance; his skin is bluish-green and covered with raised, tumor-like bumps—a sight that would terrify anyone with trypophobia.
If it weren't for the name hanging above his head, Xu Qian probably wouldn't have recognized him.
He was currently enveloped by the black mist, and the roar he had just heard came from his mouth. His expression was extremely distorted, as if someone was choking him.
Xu Qian noticed that he was wearing a sapphire necklace around his neck, and judging from its appearance, it was the sapphire called 'Moon Goddess'.
Xu Qian looked around and saw that besides Agatha Christie's people, there were also several people dressed in moon-white ancient costumes lying on the ground.
Wait, period costume?
Who are these people...?
Xu Qian bent down and checked the pulse; they were both dead.
"roar--"
Xu Qian turned to look at Hua Laosan in the black mist. As time passed, the man's expression became more ferocious and more powerless. Xu Qian watched as he was swallowed up little by little by the black mist, leaving only the sapphire on his chest.
The sapphire was enveloped by the black mist and floated in mid-air.
"—Wait, my Ziyang Treasure Box!" Xu Qian finally came to his senses, but unfortunately the black-faced figure in the mist was not going to be understanding.
After dealing with Hua Laosan, the black mist-faced figure dispersed as if it had completed its mission.
"No, please don't—"
The black mist face naturally did not respond to him, but slowly dissipated into the white mist without leaving a trace.
At the same time, the ancient people who were lying on the ground also disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
...
"Gurgle gurgle—"
Xiaoqing saw the water move and quickly leaned over, but before she could even see him, Xu Qian, who had just emerged from the water, sprayed her face with water.
"Oh dear, sorry, sorry." Xu Qian hadn't expected Xiao Qing to be squatting right next to him, and his movements were a little too exaggerated in his haste to come out.
"How did you get out so quickly? Did you solve it?" Xiaoqing asked him.
"That black fog was dealt with," Xu Qian said as he went ashore.
"What is that?" Xiaoqing frowned.
Xu Qian paused for a moment before saying, "I guess this might be the residence of some powerful figure." However, Xu Qian couldn't make a definitive conclusion about the origin of that sapphire. But judging from the behavior of the black mist, it was certainly not a good thing, otherwise it wouldn't have made such a move.
"A mansion?" Xiaoqing looked around. If it was a mansion, it was only a little simple, but that wasn't a big problem.
“I have to go back now, I have to be a guest. I’ll leave this to you,” Xu Qian said, looking at the monk lying on the side and feeding him a healing potion. “Also, find him and ask him about the box you were carrying.”
As he spoke, Xu Qian read the Shenxing book nearby. He had been away for a whole day, and if he didn't go back soon, Yan Lang would come to his house looking for him.
However, as he was reading, Xu Qian remembered something else and turned to Xiao Qing, "There's something else. Let me know when you're coming back, and I'll come pick you up. That way, we can confirm it."
"Solid evidence? What solid evidence?"
"Girlfriend? What else could she be?"
“…Oh,” Xiaoqing paused, then said, “I can help you, but…”
"Name your terms." Xu Qian was a very generous person to his friends.
"Let's leave it for now, we'll talk about it when I remember."
"OK."-
In the blink of an eye, Xu Qian was back in his apartment in Weicheng. Checking his phone, he saw two WeChat messages from Yan Lang. Xu Qian immediately called him back, "It's me. I didn't notice before. Come pick me up..."
Yan Lang arrived an hour later.
"Brother Xu, you should check your phone even when you're busy! I'm so worried because I can't reach you!"
Xu Qian coughed. "Didn't I tell Meng Ziqiu? Didn't he tell you?"
"I said it, but..."
"Alright, it's getting late. We still have to drive there, let's go." Xu Qian calmly stopped his nagging.
The first Celebrity Tournament of Feng Tang's "The Record of a Thousand Demons" was held in Bicheng, the entertainment capital of the south, where both the venue and the overall atmosphere were top-notch.
Xu Qian had just set off from Weicheng when his puppet arrived, along with his teammates.
After a period of intense effort, Qin You's team undoubtedly made it into the top sixteen and successfully qualified for the offline finals.
Qin You's other four teammates, besides Tang Chen who was also in the same city, were all friends he knew online. This was the first time they had met in person.
Tang Chen is an ADC (Attack Damage Carry) marksman, and he was initially recruited into the team by a freelancer.
Like him, the irritable support player is nicknamed "Fatty." He's a handsome male college student, a sophomore this year, and he flew in from Beijing specifically for this occasion.
The top laner is Tang Chen's college classmate, a designer surnamed Wang, nicknamed Old Wang, who also came from Beijing.
Qin You was the youngest among them (according to his public age), but he was the tallest. Compared to the other four, he was at least a head taller. The difference was significant.
But men's emotions come and go quickly. So what if their jungler is a handsome guy? It doesn't improve their skill buffs, so they can just look at him and that's it.
Old Wang was the calmest of the three. Although it was their first meeting, he was a top laner who had been playing for a long time. To put it bluntly, top lane is all about mentality. Just like playing a game, even if four opponents come to gank him, he has to stay calm and composed.
"That's about enough. Let's go grab a bite to eat first, then rest this afternoon and get our energy back for a few more games tonight," Tang Chen suggested.
"Oh dear, I just got off the plane and I don't have much of an appetite..."
"Fatty, how dare you call yourself 'fat'? I thought you were a fat person!"
"This is the result of my weight loss! I used to be quite overweight."
"Tsk..." Tang Chen clearly didn't believe it.
Qin You listened quietly to their conversation, occasionally chiming in to make his presence known, but mostly remained quiet.
As participants in the first competition, Fengtang treated them exceptionally well, providing them with five-star hotel accommodations throughout the event and even a special gift for each participant – a Fengtang gaming-customized mobile phone.
Like their computers, Fengtang has also developed its own mobile phones, specifically designed for gaming. The gifts given to the players are currently unique and not available on the market, demonstrating Fengtang's dedication to this competition.
The author has something to say: Those who accuse others of plagiarism, please take out your color palettes. The desert storyline only has a few elements. I don't think my plot is plagiarized or copied from 'Sand Sea'.
To casually accuse someone of plagiarism is disrespectful to the author.
(P.S., Although I really like Uncle Three's novels and own the complete set of physical books, I did not plagiarize or copy them at all. These are completely two different stories. Thank you!)
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