"You brat, calling your dad 'Old Xia' in front of so many people? You have no manners!" the burly man said angrily. "You're still laughing? Get out of here!"
This burly man was named Xia Yi, and he led an adventure team that was going to explore the ancient Song Dynasty in search of spiritual objects, antiques, demon cores, and the like.
His son, Xia Song, was on his first expedition with the group.
Although everyone was still laughing, they obeyed the orders and rode their jet-black horses at high speed. The horses were very heavy and their texture and color did not resemble flesh and blood.
"Old Xia, why are we setting up camp here?" the young man pressed on relentlessly. "We've only been here a short while."
“Because this is the route the plague vines have taken,” Xia Yi said. “Look at the marks on the ground.”
Xia Song looked at the ground as he listened. The ground was covered with countless strange drag marks of different sizes, and some places had pits and depressions with green juice residue inside. Above the juice was a pale yellow mist.
"These are... traces left by the plague vines?" asked the young man, Xia Song.
"Yes, as is customary, we wait for the plague vines to pass by this location, and then follow behind them to continue our advance. This will ensure our safety."
"Why do this..." Xia Song was still asking when Xia Yi suddenly made a "shh" gesture.
Xia Yi jumped off his horse, lay down on the ground, and listened intently.
He hadn't listened for long when his expression changed drastically, and he immediately jumped onto his horse.
"Quick! Scatter! Scatter!" the burly man shouted hoarsely.
Before Xia Song could understand what was happening, the adventurers around him had already spurred their horses, some heading towards the cave and others heading back the way they came.
In a panic, Xia Song carelessly followed a group of people and fled on horseback.
Is there danger there? There's nothing in the fog around us.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a very faint sound.
The sound, like rolling rocks, grew louder and closer.
Xia Song turned his head and looked in the direction where he heard the sound.
A scene he would probably never forget appeared:
Within the seemingly eternal, deathly gray mist, a spherical figure the size of a small mountain was vaguely outlined.
It's getting closer and closer.
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