Hong Bo walked cautiously towards the bottom of the cliff, and his heart sank with every step he took.
The bottom of the cliff was pitch black, and he couldn't see his hand in front of him. The only sounds were the whistling wind in his ears and the roars of beasts coming from the bottom of the valley, which made him feel depressed and terrified.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Hong Bo finally reached the end of the path.
He cautiously poked his head out and looked forward. However, the scene before him left him stunned. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head...
Shen Zixuan and others stood on the edge of the cliff, quietly waiting for Hong Bo's return.
Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, but Hongbo was still nowhere to be seen.
Old man Qian began to get restless. He rubbed his hands, frowned, and kept muttering to himself.
"Why haven't you come back yet? Did something happen?"
His voice was trembling, his tone filled with worry.
Meng Wan was also a little worried. She looked at the sky, then at Shen Zixuan, and couldn't help asking.
"Brother Zixuan, should we go down and take a look?"
"No hurry, wait a little longer."
Shen Zixuan looked at the bottom of the cliff calmly, as if he could see through the thick fog.
Time passed minute by minute, the sun gradually moved higher, stretching the figures of the three people particularly long.
Old man Qian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and kept muttering "It's over, it's over".
Meng Wan nervously grasped the corner of Shen Zixuan's clothes, Shen Zihan also began to feel uneasy, only Shen Zixuan remained calm.
Another half hour passed, and there was still no movement from below, and there was no news from the communication talisman.
"Let's go, let's go down and take a look."
Shen Zixuan finally spoke and patted Meng Wan comfortingly.
Meng Wan nodded vigorously, smiling softly but with a hint of strength, "With Brother Zixuan here, I'm not afraid."
The three of them walked through the thick fog and followed the path to the bottom of the cliff.
As soon as I landed, a cold and damp breath hit me in the face, making me feel creepy.
“Ahem…”
Old man Qian started coughing violently, covering his mouth and nose, his face changed drastically.
"Oh no! This isn't fog, it's poisonous miasma!"
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