Zhang Yuanqing never expected that the "Dodder Garden" that he had to pass through quickly and the "thick fog" that prevented him from moving would be triggered at the same time.

The goddess of luck seemed to have heard the threat from the Palace Master of Stopping Killing and secretly retaliated.

Without any hesitation, he opened the inventory and put on azure gloves.

"Woo woo~"

The strong wind spread in all directions with him as the center, and the thick fog rolled in with the air flow.

The strong wind that could bend tree trunks blew for a long time, blowing away large clumps of thick fog, but there was always more fog to fill the gap, as if it would never end.

After more than ten seconds, Zhang Yuanqing stopped and his face became solemn.

The Wind Warrior's gloves that were specifically designed to restrain thick fog became ineffective. This was something that had never happened before, and it showed that the quality of the thick fog was very high, exceeding the limits of saint-quality items.

Damn it, I can’t speak or move in the thick fog. I have to be like a wooden man. The danger to the Dodder Garden is bound to come. What should I do?... Zhang Yuanqing was very anxious.

As the strong wind stopped, the fog returned to calm, flowing quietly like a stream and fluttering slowly like a ribbon.

There was silence all around, with visibility less than one meter. Zhang Yuanqing could no longer see Princess Yin Yao and Palace Master Zhisha, and there was only white fog all around.

He didn't dare to call out to the two of them, nor did he dare to "speak" in the unique way of the Night Walker, because they couldn't talk in the thick fog. The "no talking" in the employee manual probably meant that any kind of communication was not allowed.

Rather than speaking in a literal sense, this is in line with the style of a dominant-level rule-based prop.

In the silent silence, he saw a disturbance in the thick fog ahead, and a tall, bizarre outline loomed, seemingly approaching him, but without any sound.

As the outline got closer, Zhang Yuanqing could see it more and more clearly... It was a three-meter-tall giant with three heads and eight arms.

He was shirtless, with the kind of muscular bodies that only appear in comics, and his skin was pale gray, like a muscle man carved out of granite.

But the strange thing was that the giant's eyes were dark and empty, blood was flowing down his cheeks like tears, his eyeballs were dug out, and there were dark red wounds on his neck, shoulder blades, and thighs, as if he had been torn into pieces and then pieced together again.

Ancient War God?! Zhang Yuanqing immediately had this thought in his mind. Three heads and eight arms were the unique symbols of the Ancient War God.

No wonder... He immediately understood the origin of the thick fog and why the Wind Runner's Gloves could not blow away the fog.

——It is hard to say whether the ancient giant in front of him is still alive. This is not even its corpse, because there is no sound when it walks. Zhang Yuanqing suspects that it is formed by thick fog.

Did the ancient war god's unyielding will or unwilling obsession turn into thick fog after his death? But he couldn't sense the breath of the spirit.

Zhang Yuanqing was even more cautious and held his breath. ..

Even if the opponent is a vengeful spirit, he would not have the slightest thought of fighting.

He is no longer at the age where he puts his hands in his pockets and doesn't know what an opponent is.

How does a small flying stick compete with the ancient sausage?

The ancient god of war with three heads and eight arms came step by step, and soon approached Zhang Yuanqing. When the two were three meters away, it seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped. … Zhang Yuanqing's heart almost stopped beating, and then it beat uncontrollably and rapidly, and his blood pressure soared.

He didn't dare to move.

If you have not read the employee handbook, and you encounter thick fog and see the obsession of the ancient war god, the normal reaction would be to run away. However, once you take action, you will inevitably be targeted by the obsession in the thick fog.

It's a dead end.

The mist flowed quietly, the ancient god of war stood still, and Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to move.

The two sides were deadlocked for a few seconds, and the ancient war god suddenly roared with anger, unwillingness, and endless resentment: "%￥#!"

%￥#? This seems to be a dialect with a very strange pronunciation, and its difficulty is comparable to the dialect of Jiangnan Leather City... Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand it.

Finally, after a deep roar, the ancient god of war took silent steps, passed Zhang Yuanqing, and continued forward. Huh... Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a vague and strange call came from the garden:

"Zhang Yuanqing~"

The sound was like a cat's shrill voice. In the silent night, it sounded scary and weird, making people feel cold.

Zhang Yuanqing's hair stood on end.

Staying in the Dodder Garden for too long has triggered a crisis in the area.

"Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing~"

The voice kept calling out, and when he didn't respond, it became more rapid and sharp.

Is that all? He just called my name. It seems like it’s the voice in his heart... Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself. Although he did have a strong instinct to turn his head after hearing the call, as a saint, it was easy for him to restrain the instinct.

"Zhang Yuanqing..." A voice in the garden called out hastily, reaching my ears: "Don't you want to know what your father left behind in your soul?"

…Zhang Yuanqing almost turned his head, but he restrained himself.

"Don't you want to know the truth about the demise of the Xiaoyao Organization?"

"Don't you want to know whether Zhang Zizhen is dead or alive?"

"Don't you want to know whether the Demon Lord is dead or alive?"

"Look at me, look at me~"

Zhang Yuanqing's expression was stiff. Amidst the questioning, a strong desire took over his instincts and overwhelmed his reason. He turned his head little by little.

These were all the questions that he most wanted answered, especially the life and death of the Demon Lord, which had become a nightmare and troubled him all the time.

It was at this moment that he understood the source of the power of "Dodder Garden".

——The inner demon!

The occupational name of the master-level illusionist is the inner demon.

The core skill of the Inner Demon is called "Inner Demon", which is an enhanced version of emotional manipulation.

As his level increased, Fu Qingyang used his authority to reveal a lot of dominant-level intelligence to him.

The information about the inner demon is among them.

In ancient legends, a cultivator must go through a heavenly tribulation before he can ascend to heaven, and when he goes through the heavenly tribulation, he will also encounter a tribulation of the inner demon. In fact, this is a distortion and distortion of the inner demon's deeds.

Everyone has inner demons and past events that they don't want to face. Some people can kill their inner demons with a sword, while some people will never be able to cross that threshold in their entire lives.

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