Chapter 270 Heavy Fog

Yan Jiu sat in front of the threshold, looking at the people coming and going on the street with an unshaven beard.

Such a positive and energetic young man suddenly became decadent after suffering such a big blow. The style of painting also changed from a young fresh meat to a sloppy uncle, as if he was a different person. After Wu Chong comforted him, he specifically informed the entire palace about accepting him as his disciple.

But even so, it couldn't make him recover.

"Nineteen, are you in a daze again?"

Elder Bu Kuang brought a pot of wine and sat down next to Yan Shijiu.

This kid's spirit has been wiped out, and now he no longer has the ambition he had before. Even the future direction has become a little confused. Looking at this kid's current situation, Elder Bu Kuang couldn't help but pat the other person's shoulder.

With the world people.

However, Yan Shijiu was a little more miserable than him. It seemed that he had been touched by those women from the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers, and his waist was almost squeezed dry.

My legs and stomach are still shaking when I walk now.

Thinking about it this way, his Lao Bu's experience was nothing. Although it was quite miserable, there was no harm without comparison.

"well!"

Elder Bu Kuang patted Yan Jiu's shoulder and could only comfort him like this.

We are both fallen in the world, but you have fallen more than me.

"Drink?"

Seeing that Yan Shijiu was still like this, Elder Bu Kuang handed over the wine in his hand.

"Thank you, Elder Bu."

He took the wine and took a sip. The spicy taste went down his throat and went straight into his chest. After coughing twice violently, he felt much better. Yan Shijiu exhaled a breath of thick air and thanked him in a hoarse voice.

After sitting for such a long time, he finally figured it out.

In life, there will always be setbacks. It's just that his setback was a little more severe, but as a grown man, there's nothing he can't overcome! Isn’t that woman named Narcissus also working under Master now? The status is not as good as his.

"Speaking of which, I remember when I went out, didn't the owner of the village give you a magic talisman?"

Seeing that Yan Shijiu had recovered and was much more relieved, he asked casually.

Yan Jiu's tears immediately fell when he mentioned the magic talisman.

There are talismans.

but

It's big!

It's so big that it's like a piece of clothing. When someone is fighting, they even pause to take off your clothes midway. But later he was captured and the other party took off his clothes.

The magic talisman sent by Master Wu was also torn into pieces during the process of taking off clothes, and it had no effect at all.

In the mountainous forest area dozens of miles away from Jinghai, the shadow agent of Qingyi Tower looked at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, and his whole person fell into a daze. As an invisible 'unknown murmur' swept over him, the master of Tsing Yi Tower lost consciousness, and slowly walked towards the fog like a walking corpse, and finally disappeared into it, leaving only the rolling fog telling what happened just now.

The same scene occurred in many places in Jinghai area, accompanied by devouring and spreading.

The fog occupies an increasingly wider area.

With the new temple as the center, it slowly swept across the entire Jinghai area, and gradually approached the area where Jinghai City was located.

Linjiang County is the largest medicinal material transfer place for Prince Jinghai.

Ma Runan, dressed in black, and the shadow warriors from the palace, carefully searched every treasure here.

These things are all sent to the palace. Some of them are the assets of the palace, and some are collected from other channels.

"The matter of medicinal materials is what the prince is most concerned about, so remember not to neglect it."

Ma Runan put down the spiritual medicine in his hand and said to the person in charge.

She has now completely transformed from a headhunter in Qingyi Building to an all-round management talent.

Drive the ducks to the shelves. If you do it more, you will gradually get better at it. The person brought over by Wu Chong, the elder named Tong Fei, was just an old man. He could handle some trivial matters, but he was unable to deal with major matters related to elixirs and tributes from various areas around the palace. Not to mention Bu Kuang and Yan Shijiu, Ma Runan naturally stood out in this environment.

Wu Chong was able to just take care of the main medicine without worrying about other auxiliary medicines and utensils. She was the one who managed it behind the scenes.

This is the advantage of being a force.

Otherwise, he, Mr. Wu, could just change the place and go inside the mountain. Wouldn't it be cleaner?

"I know, I will keep a close eye on you when I go back this time."

The person in charge didn't know the relationship and thought he was serving King Jinghai. Therefore, Ma Runan, a Shangguan who came down from the palace, was groveling and just wanted to pass the test safely. Naturally, what the other party asked for was accomplished with 120% of the strength. But having said that, there is not much difference. The current 'Jinghai Prince' and his son are still in the mansion, but there is another Supreme Emperor on his head.

Just as the two of them were talking, a guard rushed in from outside quickly.

After seeing Ma Runan, he fell off his horse.

"Sir, there is something strange."

Before the man could finish speaking, his body seemed to be on fire, burning from the inside out.

At the same time, a large amount of mist surged out of the ears, nose, mouth and eyes. The mist seemed to be alive and spread rapidly after it came out. Everyone who came into contact with the mist felt as if their skin was burned.

Everyone watching this scene was horrified, as if a living person had just said no, he was gone.

Death is so weird. This is not the same as the 'Aragami pollution' that they have come across and heard about before. The Aragami's power makes people crazy and twisted, but this mist is more like plunder.

The sky is cloudy.

Looking up, the originally cloudless sky was obscured by dark clouds. Not only that, in the distance, at the edge that everyone could see, a wave of mist like a tide was sweeping in this direction.

"Walk!"

Although I didn't know what this wave of mist was, but thinking of the previous scene of the dead soldier, I instinctively felt something bad in my heart.

So the first time he saw the wave of mist, Ma Runan got on his horse and prepared to leave without looking back.

At the same time, he also asked his subordinates to release more than a dozen signals as quickly as possible.

When the pawnbrokers, stewards and others who were still flirting around him saw this, they didn't care about the medicinal materials that were still placed outside, and ran away in the opposite direction one by one. They looked like they wished their parents had two more legs.

It's just that they reacted quickly, and the fog swept through faster.

After traveling less than ten miles, heavy fog appeared along the way. The people who were escaping felt that their line of sight was getting shorter and shorter, and the fog around them became thicker and thicker. In the end, I was completely lost in the fog and had no idea of ​​my direction.

"Is this a mark?"

Ma Ruman, who had lost his direction, pulled the reins, looked at the gray marks that had appeared on his arms at an unknown time, and suddenly came to his senses.

From the moment that soldier died, they were marked.

This fog is just using them to spread

jingle.

Wind chimes ring.

Ma Runan turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the sound. There, there was a vague outline of a temple.