Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 601
At this moment, from Ying Muzhi's point of view.

On the southwest corner, there is a mass of mist that seems to be liquid and gas, slowly squirming.

A cloud of mist was placed in this area, and it was not very obvious.

Even, you have to watch carefully for a while.

Only then can you vaguely see that this fog is different from other fogs around.

This cloud of mist is between solid and liquid, and white water vapor continuously emits from the edge of the mist.

No matter how long Yin Mang and Ying Muzhi ran, the mist remained at a very far distance.

No matter how far they ran, it was standing at the southwest corner, moving slowly.

At this moment, everyone was already far away from the constantly trembling collapsed building, almost hundreds of meters away.

The ground under his feet finally stabilized, with only a slight vibration.

Ying Muzhi only stood in an open space, his eyes were far away, his voice was soft and indifferent.

The man's voice was like ice and iron soaked in frost in winter.

Just hearing a sound, people who would be frozen trembled in their hands and feet.

"What do you want to do?"

"Why did you stop?"

Bai Er, Landu and others who were chasing up looked at each other in blank dismay, Zhang Er was puzzled.

They looked in the direction Ying Muzhi was looking at, only to see the shadow of a cloud of mist.

Since entering the island, what these people have seen the most is the fog.

Lando frowned: "Ah Mu, you must be bewitched, right?"

The role of the fog is to create illusions.

Oscillating between truth and falsehood, constantly switching.

Ying Muzhi slightly raised his hand and cut off Lando's next words.

There was no trace of emotion on the man's handsome face, he took two steps forward, approached the cloud of mist, and said softly: "Since just now, you have been following us."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Ying Muzhi's eyes were cold and sharp.

The tails of the long and narrow eyes slightly raised sharply upwards.

The aura around the man was cold and hard, as scary as King Shura who had just stepped out of hell.

The mist slowly drifted away in the air.

Hearing Ying Muzhi's words, its swimming speed increased by a point or two.

In this way, even the fog on the entire open field quickly moved away.

Yin Mang narrowed his eyes and listened attentively.

I feel more and more that this cloud of fog is very strange.

He has his own thinking, his own abilities, and can even communicate with others.

"……what are you saying?"

Ying Muzhi, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke.

In the man's usually calm and indifferent voice, there was a feeling of astonishment at this moment.

It's not easy to see violent mood swings from Ying Muzhi.

But at this moment, the man frowned, showing a thoughtful expression.

He stared at the group of mist that was still swimming happily, and spoke softly.

His words shocked everyone present in an instant.

"They said they had a way to help us get out."

"The premise is that they also go with us."

Bai Er picked out his ears.

His cold eyes flicked towards the cloud of mist.

With a deep look of inquiry in his eyes: "Patriarch, how did you hear that?"

He was only half a meter away from the Patriarch just now.

Such a short distance, if the Patriarch can hear it, he should be able to hear it too.

"Just now."

"The way they talk is similar to ultrasonic radiation."

"Normal human ears cannot capture information in this frequency band."

"You can't hear it, it's normal."

(End of this chapter)