As the mountain rose higher, the fog became heavier.
Often times the visual distance is only about one foot, surrounded by thick fog, as if in an otherworldly place.
Wu Dachuan holding the dog in front of the lead in fear and trepidation, looking left and right from time to time, for fear that from the fog drilled out a monster to swallow him.
Yun Que and Mu Qingyao walked side by side, while Luo Xiaoyu walked at the end.
No one's talking.
Other than the sound of footsteps, the only thing left was the soft sound of bottles and jars in Luo Xiaoyu's package.
"When you guys were in distress on the mountain, did you find out where the vines came from? Or anything strange."
Yun Que broke the silence and spoke out.
"It was too foggy at the time, and other than the large swaths of vines,
