Zhang Yuanqing never expected that the "Dodder Garden," which needed to be passed quickly, and the "Dense Fog," in which he couldn't move, would be triggered at the same time.
The Goddess of Luck seemed to have heard the Palace Master of Stopping Slaughter's threat and was giving him revenge in secret.
Without any hesitation, he opened his inventory and put on the azure blue gloves with both hands.
"Woo~"
A strong wind spread in all directions with him as the center, and the dense fog rolled and surged with the airflow.
The strong wind, which could bend tree trunks, blew for a long time, blowing away large swathes of dense fog, but there would always be more dense fog filling in, as if it would never end.
A dozen seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing stopped, his face becoming serious.
The Gale Rider gloves, which specifically restrained the dense fog, had failed. This was something he had never encountered before, indicating that the grade of the dense fog was very high, exceeding the limit of Saint-level quality items.
Damn it, you can't speak or move in the dense fog, but if I just stand here like a wooden figure, the danger of the Dodder Garden will inevitably come. What to do, what to do... Zhang Yuanqing was extremely anxious.
As the wind stopped, the fog returned to calm, flowing quietly like a stream and floating gently like a ribbon.
The surroundings were silent, and the visibility was less than a meter. Zhang Yuanqing could no longer see Yin Yao County Princess and the Palace Master of Stopping Slaughter. All around was a vast expanse of white fog.
He didn't dare to call out to the two of them, nor did he dare to "speak" in the unique way of a Night Wanderer because you can't speak in the dense fog. The "can't speak" in the employee handbook probably refers to not allowing any communication in any sense.
Rather than the literal meaning of speaking, this is more in line with the style of a Ruler-level rule-based item.
In the silent silence, he saw disturbances in the dense fog in front of him. A strangely shaped tall silhouette loomed, seemingly approaching him, but without any sound.
As the silhouette approached, Zhang Yuanqing could see it more and more clearly... It was a three-meter-tall giant with three heads and eight arms.
He was bare-chested, with bulging muscles that you would only see in comics, and his skin was a pale gray, like a muscular man carved from granite.
But strangely, the giant's eyes were pitch black and empty, and blood flowed down his cheeks like tears. His eyeballs had been dug out. And on his neck, shoulder blades, and the base of his thighs were dark red wounds, as if he had been torn apart and reassembled.
Ancient, Ancient War God?! The thought immediately popped into Zhang Yuanqing's mind. Three heads and eight arms are the unique markers of the Ancient War God.
No wonder... He immediately understood the origin of the dense fog and also understood why the Gale Rider gloves couldn't blow away the fog.
--It's hard to say that the Ancient Giant in front of him is still alive. This isn't even his corpse, because he walks without a sound. Zhang Yuanqing suspects that it's condensed from the dense fog.
The unyielding will of the Ancient War God after death, or his unwilling obsession, transformed into dense fog? But he can't sense the aura of a spirit.
Zhang Yuanqing became even more cautious and held his breath...
Even if the other party was a vengeful spirit, he wouldn't have the slightest thought of going up to fight.
He's already past the age of keeping his hands in his pockets and not knowing what an opponent is.
How can a small flying stick match an ancient old sausage?
The three-headed, eight-armed Ancient War God walked step by step and soon approached Zhang Yuanqing. When the two were three meters apart, it seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped... Zhang Yuanqing's heart almost stopped beating, and then it beat uncontrollably fast, and his blood pressure soared.
He didn't dare to move at all.
If he hadn't read the employee handbook, and encountered dense fog and saw the obsession of the Ancient War God, the normal reaction would definitely be to run away, but once you act, you will inevitably be targeted by the obsession in the dense fog.
A dead end.
The fog flowed quietly, the Ancient War God stood still, and Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to move.
The two sides were deadlocked for a few seconds, and then the Ancient War God suddenly let out an angry, unwilling roar full of endless resentment: "%￥#!"
%￥#? This seems to be a dialect. The pronunciation is very strange. The degree of difficulty in understanding is comparable to the dialect of Jiangnan Leather City... Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand.
Finally, after a deep growl, the Ancient War God took silent steps, walked past Zhang Yuanqing, and continued forward. Whew... Zhang Yuanqing quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, an erratic and strange call came from the garden:
"Zhang Yuanqing~"
The voice was like a cat meowing sharply, and it sounded terrifying and strange in the silent night, making people feel cold in their hearts.
Zhang Yuanqing's hair stood on end.
Staying in the Dodder Garden for too long had triggered the crisis in this area.
"Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing~"
The voice kept calling, and when he didn't respond, it became more and more rapid and sharp.
Is that all? Calling my name directly, it seems to be the voice in my heart... Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart. Although he did have a strong instinct to turn his head after hearing the call, as a Saint, it's easy to restrain his instincts.
"Zhang Yuanqing..." The voice in the garden called urgently and entered his ears: "Don't you want to know what your father left in your soul?"
... Zhang Yuanqing almost turned his head, but forcibly restrained himself.
"Don't you want to know the truth about the demise of the Xiaoyao organization?"
"Don't you want to know whether Zhang Zizhen is dead or alive?"
"Don't you want to know whether the Demon Lord is dead or alive?"
"Look at me, look at me quickly~"
Zhang Yuanqing's expression was stiff. In the face of the questioning, a strong desire occupied his instinct and overwhelmed his reason. His head slowly turned over.
These were all the doubts he most desperately wanted to answer, especially the life and death of the Demon Lord, which had become a nightmare that haunted him from time to time.
It was at this moment that he understood the source of the "Dodder Garden's" power.
--Inner demons!
The occupation name of the Ruler-level Illusionist is Inner Demon.
The core skill of Inner Demon is called "Inner Demon," which is an enhanced version of emotional manipulation.
As his level increased, Fu Qingyang used his authority to disclose a lot of Ruler-level information to him.
The Inner Demon's information was among them.
In ancient legends, cultivators had to overcome heavenly tribulations to ascend to immortality, and there was an inner demon tribulation during the heavenly tribulation. In fact, this is a distortion and falsification of the events of Inner Demon.
Everyone has inner demons, and everyone has past events that they are unwilling to face. Some people can slay their inner demons with their swords, while others can never cross that threshold in their lives.
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