Sha Yuyu turned her head away and subconsciously leaned on Chen Chu's shoulder.
"Hey, Chen Chu, when do you think this broken formation will end?"
"You're asking me? Then who am I supposed to ask?"
Sha Yuyu was getting a little bored as she watched the purple mist outside churning.
But that feeling of fear has completely disappeared.
It seemed that leaning on Chen Chu's shoulder gave her an indescribable sense of security.
However, she seemed to have forgotten that she was clinging to Chen Chu, and their ambiguous posture made them seem like lovers who had a deep understanding of each other.
They were so close.
Time passed slowly, but Chen Chu suddenly walked to the side.
Sha Yuyu immediately tensed up, "What do you want to do?"
"Someone's coming!"
Chen Chu looked ahead, and a second later, a terrifying and hideous human face appeared. The skin on his face was completely ulcerated, revealing the bright red blood vessels and muscles inside.
It looked like a skull covered in a layer of blood.
"Young Miss, how did you end up hanging out with him?"
The visitor was the last surviving steward of the Sha family, a master whose strength was close to that of a saint.
"Who...who are you?"
Sha Yuyu was either terrified or disgusted by his appearance.
"You little brat, how did you do that?"
The Quasi-Saint Deacon ignored Sha Yuyu and instead looked at Chen Chu.
It seems that Chen Chu is now his only chance to survive.
"You want to avoid the fog here? It's actually very simple, let me tell you!"
Chen Chu sighed, and the Quasi-Saint Deacon's eyes widened. "Tell me quickly!"
"If only you could get your hands on some kitchen dish soap."
The quasi-saint deacon's bloodied and mangled face clearly showed a look of astonishment.
"It's because I'm kind-hearted that you put dish soap on your ears. They're slippery and fun, even though they're not very useful."
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