According to rumors, the source of the river is Huangquan.

Zhang Mu followed this river and entered the world of mist with the determination to risk death and survive.

The strange fog is like a barrier, cutting off sunlight and all life.

He regretted it at the first danger.

Fortunately, his survival instinct allowed him to break through the sixth level of marksmanship at the critical moment, and finally saved his life.

There is no way out, so we can only keep going forward.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering around in the chaotic world. From the beginning, he paid careful attention to the route and dangers, and then he escaped from death again and again, relying solely on his desire to survive.

At this moment, he and his companions hid behind this huge rock, seeking a moment of peace.

He met his companions in Huangquan. They came from several small sects and also came in for training.

Some people died along the way, and new people joined, and now there are about seven or eight people in total.

Half an hour ago, they were chased by countless demons and evil spirits. Perhaps they coveted human bodies and wanted to take advantage of them. Or perhaps they had not tasted the sweetness of human flesh for a long time and wanted to have a full meal. Zhang Mu and others tried their best and could only take it away.

They drove away slightly.

"What should I do! Those things will catch up again soon. I don't want to die here!"

A female disciple cried softly in Zhang Mu's ear.

These few people are not very talented, and they are not the disciples that the elders of the sect pay the most attention to. They can only come in with a death wish, but they still want to survive in the end.

The female disciple was not bad in appearance, and admirers in her company immediately spoke out to comfort her.

A few others discussed countermeasures in low voices.

Among the crowd, there is only one person who is always silent.

Zhang Mu couldn't help but look at the other party a few more times.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes were in rags, and he was scarred. His age and appearance could not be discerned.

No one else was willing to sit with him, and the one closest to him was Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu didn't know the other party's name either. He only knew that they once lost their way in a dense forest illusion and were almost wiped out. It was this person who brought them out of danger.

However, this person's consciousness is sometimes sober and sometimes confused. He has no clue about the origin of his name, and sometimes contradicts himself. Apart from being familiar with the terrain here, he seems to have no skills to speak of.

Over time, others were unwilling to get along with him, and they all called him a mute behind his back.

Only Zhang Mu helped him heal his injuries and could occasionally say a word or two.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know there is another way out here?" Zhang Mu asked.

Under the disheveled appearance, he didn't even know whether the other person was a boy or a girl, so he could only address him as a Taoist friend.

The mute held the carving knife and wood carving in his hand, lowered his head and concentrated on it, and did not hear Zhang Mu's words at all.

Zhang Mu waited for a while and saw no response, so he reluctantly looked away and thought of another way.

There was no way to escape, as their group was already exhausted.

Fighting, I'm afraid that if you just reject the tiger, you will attract a new wolf, and in the end everyone will become the evil ghost's meal.

Hide, this place is surrounded by wind and there is nowhere to hide. Where can you hide?

The desert Gobi in the underworld seems to be no different from the outside, but in fact the wind blowing into the cave is cold and bone-chilling, like ice turning into a sharp blade, and the daggers are slashing at the body. The howling ghosts and wolves all around are a hundred times more terrifying than the world on earth. Even he

The companions around me who had seen the world gritted their teeth and endured fear.

The cold wind brings messages from evil spirits.

They are approaching quietly following the scent of humans, and the distance between them is shrinking little by little.

"Could he have brought those evil spirits?"

I don't know who suddenly said something.

Zhang Mu looked up and was shocked to see everyone's eyes falling on the person next to him.

"I just wanted to say that we have been walking in the underworld for so long and we have never seen such a ferocious spirit evil spirit. It was after we took him here that strange things started to happen!"

"In my opinion, those things are not necessarily directed at us. Maybe we will be safe after he leaves!"

With everyone's words, the mute's fate has been arranged.

The reason why no one made the final decision was because they were waiting for Zhang Mu to make a decision.

Zhang Mu is the person with the highest skill among them.

Without Zhang Mu speaking, they still had some scruples.

The mute seemed to have not heard anything, and kept lowering his head to carve his small wooden carving, scratching the wood with one knife after another.

It's like carving a bird.

The thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zhang Mu didn't think about it in detail.

This man met them by chance, and although he had saved his life, taking him away for so long was still a way of repaying the favor.

What's more, Huangquan is used to life and death, and has long been used to it along the way.

Throwing the mute out as bait might allow them to escape completely.

Even if not, it can buy them more time to escape.

Anyway, it's neither relatives nor friends, so there is no loss for them.

but--

After all, it is a human life.

The fishy smell brought by the whistling sound is getting stronger and stronger. Everyone has experienced the fear of fighting with evil spirits, and their faces can't help but show it.

They had to retreat step by step to the rear.

Zhang Mu swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

The palms of his hands began to sweat, and the place where the spear was held became slippery.

Zhang Mu looked at the mute.

"Fellow Taoist, you——"

The mute suddenly raised his head.

"I want to go with you."

He actually spoke.

Zhang Mu was about to say something but stopped, and there was no time to say more. He grabbed the person and left, leaving everyone behind.

But the danger comes so quickly and violently!

The fishy smell swept in with the cold wind, and evil spirits and evil spirits were mixed in. The gray fog and yellow sand bared their teeth and claws, revealing their ferocious figures in the dawn sky, but they were still looming, adding to the fear of people.

In the dim light, the ghostly mist could not be seen clearly, and everyone could only rely on the recognition of the fishy smell to escape in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, a whirlwind in the mist suddenly grew in size, and fingers that looked like withered claws stretched out from it, grabbing Zhang Mu's back collar!

Zhang Mu seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned around and drew his gun!

The long | spear rotated layer by layer, blue light suddenly flashed, the dots condensed into groups, and bloomed in mid-air for a moment.

The blue lotus is gentle, beautiful and captivating. If you are obsessed with its beauty, you will strangle it unknowingly!

This is the seventh level of marksmanship that Zhang Mu has recently realized.

He had defeated many powerful enemies in the underworld with this skill.

But he seemed to have forgotten that the person facing him was not a living being and would not be fooled by appearances.

The barrier formed by the blue lotus flowers was easily broken through, and the ferocious ghosts rushed over, causing the bloody mouth to overflow with fishy smell.

Zhang Mu had personally witnessed his companions being devoured by this kind of ghost. After the black energy had passed, no skin or flesh was left, only a pile of bones scattered in pieces, which really made people feel numb.

At this moment, he is about to become one of the countless corpses in the underworld. Perhaps a few years from now, the ghost of his grievance will still be around, and he will be unable to ascend to heaven or enter the earth. He can only remain in the underworld day after day, becoming the same evil spirit that devours travelers.

No!

He doesn't want to die!

He finally came here so that his efforts would be rewarded. Even if he went through all kinds of hardships, he could finally escape and become successful!

He can't fall here and fail!

Zhang Mu opened his eyes unconsciously and instinctively made the most honest reaction of his body.

At that moment, all hesitation and intolerance turned into selfishness for life.

He grabbed the mute's wrist and tightened it suddenly, then turned the man in a different direction with force, and jumped back, taking advantage of the force to fly up, leaving himself a few feet behind.

Don't blame me, I'm just trying to survive!

Guilt flashed through his heart, Zhang Mu gritted his teeth and prepared to retreat.

Because according to his experience, when these evil spirits devour a body, they will be temporarily obsessed with the beauty of the body and have no time to care about anything else, so they can take advantage of this to escape.
To be continued...