Song Xiner's face turned pale. Although the purple light was weak, every mist she touched would turn into white smoke and slowly sink under her feet.
Outside.
Song Shanshan continued searching and saw three huge figures huddled together with their backs.
"Where's my little sister!"
Upon hearing this, the Mountain God hurried towards her.
"It was right here, and suddenly it disappeared!"
"You! You are useless!" Song Shanshan was angry, but now was not the time to blame. "Can you sense where my little sister is? This thing can be done!"
The 'mountain gods' trembled.
"We can give it a try."
The 'mountain god' turned into a weak, trembling shadow and wandered around. Soon, they came back.
“Come with us!”
Upon hearing this, Song Shanshan ran towards them.
They arrived at the foot of a mountain, where there were piles of fresh corpses.
“Where are the people?”
"They are right here. They are very powerful, and I'm afraid we can't see them." The 'mountain gods' said aggrievedly and fearfully.
Song Shanshan's expression grew even more ferocious.
She took out the talisman again, and the moment the "mountain gods" saw the talisman, they disappeared in a flash.
Song Shanshan dripped blood on it again, and the blood seemed to come back to life, flowing along the patterns on the talisman. Soon, Song Shanshan's eyes lit up.
She sensed it!
The gray fog in front of my eyes became clearer and clearer, like seeing a black hole in space, and I felt small and powerless.
Song Shanshan's body swayed and her head felt heavier.
She held up her heavy eyelids and watched the gray fog slowly being swallowed by the talisman.
"Bang!"
She fell down, and before she closed her eyes, she saw a figure in a white puffy skirt standing in the sparse gray fog.
"Little sister."
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