"Hmm?"
Irin lowered his head to take a look.
He was actually stepping on a wrinkled hand.
The person lying on the ground was a middle-aged man covered in blood.
He was dressed in shabby clothes, and his head was wrapped in linen. A piece of flesh on his right shoulder and right arm had been bitten off. He looked bloody and miserable.
Irin hesitated for a second.
After weighing the pros and cons, he originally planned to ignore it.
After all, he was not a saint. In the plot mode, the most taboo was to act without thinking.
Everything had to be thought through before acting.
Impulsiveness, saint, anger, and brainless sucking up to the plot characters. These brainless actions would only make things worse.
Irin was very clear about this.
He also had a deep understanding.
Just as he was about to leave, the middle-aged man grabbed Irin's ankle tightly.
He did not know where the middle-aged man got the strength from, but his wrinkled hand was like an iron hoop.
At this moment …
A series of familiar announcements suddenly appeared in front of Irin's eyes.
..
[Welcome to the fourth level!]
[Once upon a time, there was a Haunted-mist Mountain …]
[In Haunted-mist Mountain, there were people and ghosts …]
[Ah … finally, another five young ghost hunters crossed the ghost fog from outside Haunted-mist Mountain …]
[They wore their own "Ghost-slaying Sabers" and killed malicious ghosts, bringing a faint ray of light to Haunted-mist Mountain …]
[This is the legendary Haunted-mist Mountain.]
[It's dark … please close the door!]
[Main mission: Kill the Ghost King! If the mission fails … all will be wiped out!]
..
Irin was silent.
He carefully analyzed the plot prompt that appeared in front of him.
He memorized every word and sentence in his heart without missing a single word.
Be careful …
There was a trap.
As for the cruel punishment for failure, Irin directly ignored it.
Anyway … he was used to it.
All wiped out?
Everyone was like that.
"Young Ghost Hunter … save me, save me …"
Irin frowned.
This plot prompt was only triggered after the middle-aged man grabbed Irin's ankle.
In other words …
Irin lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Can you walk out of this fog?"
"Cough cough …" The dying middle-aged man coughed dryly. His breathing was weak as he slowly said, "Lord Ghost Hunter, I'm the most experienced hunter in the village … one of them. I've left my mark on every tree in this forest …"
"Yes, or no?" Irin didn't give the middle-aged man time to talk nonsense.
"Yes!"
"Alright!"
Irin did not waste any time. He picked up the middle-aged man from the ground and carried him on his back.
To Irin's surprise, the middle-aged man was much lighter than he looked. His skin was slightly cold. Irin carried him on her back effortlessly.
"Lead the way!"
The middle-aged man panted as he lay on Irin's back. He squinted his eyes as if he was trying to distinguish the difference between each withered tree through the thick fog. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the ground … His nose twitched slightly …
"Master Ghost Hunter, this way …"
The middle-aged man seemed to be quite capable. He quickly pointed out a path for Irin in the thick fog.
Although Irin wasn't 100% sure that this middle-aged hunter who was almost eaten by a ghost could find the correct path in the fog forest.
However, Irin knew that this middle-aged man should be the biggest prompt in the beginning of the game.
Although the plot mode was unpredictable, there would be different endings and difficulties depending on the apostle's behavior and the depth of the plot.
However, no matter how unpredictable it was, there were still traces to follow …
In the plot mode, there was no such thing as a dead end.
Irin made this choice after calculating and speculating.
"Ya — ya — caw caw —"
At this moment.
In the thick fog.
In the forest behind Irin, countless black crows were frightened and fled in all directions.
They let out a series of mournful cries that resounded through the forest.
They were rippling in the thick fog.
It was … Nie Hongxiu!
Suddenly!
After countless crows were startled, a mournful cry came from that direction.
Irin instinctively covered his ears. However, because he was carrying the hunter, Irin only had time to cover one side of his ears.
The cry was like an infrasonic wave. It shook Irin's eardrum until it hurt and buzzed.
At this moment, a painful cry came from his back.
The middle-aged hunter frowned and his face was pale. Two lines of blood slowly flowed out from his ears and dripped down along his ears.
That red-clothed female ghost … must have gone mad.
The murderous intent that came from behind almost materialized. Every inch of Irin's skin was tingling with pain.
That howl contained seventy percent anger, twenty percent mental breakdown, and … one percent embarrassment.
Of course, Irin's mental attribute wasn't high enough to analyze the female ghost's emotions across a large forest.
However, based on the reaction of the red-dressed female ghost, Nie Hongxiu, and her actions under the "charm" state, after Yi Lin's reasonable speculation and imagination, she could more or less guess the truth.
"It's a ghost! It's a ghost! It's a ghost! "
The middle-aged hunter on his back was so scared that his teeth were chattering. Irin could even feel that the middle-aged hunter on his back was trembling.
"How much longer until we get out of the forest?"
Irin glanced at the Spiritual Energy Value expressionlessly and asked in a low voice.
"One mile. Ghost Hunter, one mile more and we'll be out of the forest!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged hunter suddenly thought of something. The despair in his eyes faded a little. He quickly said, "Ghost Hunter, as long as we can get out of the forest! Ghosts can't leave the fog forest during the day! As long as we can get out of the forest, we'll be saved! "
Is this … the setting that ghosts can't be exposed to the sun?
Irin quickly read the key information from the middle-aged hunter's words.
One mile …
Irin quickly calculated in his mind. He quickened his pace and carried the middle-aged hunter who was very light as he quickly walked through the forest.
The tingling on his skin was getting more and more intense. This meant that … Nie Hongxiu was quickly approaching!
The murderous intent … came from behind!
300 meters …
200 meters …
100 meters …
Rays of sunlight vaguely passed through the fog in front of him. The front was getting brighter and brighter.
Behind Irin, Nie Hongxiu's voice passed through the thick fog and came faintly.
"Sir, please wait."
That languid and coquettish voice seemed to carry endless charm. Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in Yi Lin's mind.
Countless charming and gentle scenes appeared in his mind.
Fair skin …
Delicate jade feet …
That silky silvery hair …
Ah,
Behind him was a gentle land.
As long as he turned his head …
As long as he turned his head …
Just a glance …
…
Irin fiercely bit his tongue!
His whole body trembled. The voice in his mind that kept tempting Irin to turn his head instantly disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, Irin successfully rushed out of the thick fog.
When he stepped out of the thick fog, the sunlight that fell on his face was a little dazzling.
At the same time, the cold murderous intent behind him seemed to be completely isolated in the thick fog. The uncomfortable tingling on his skin also disappeared like the tide.
In front of him was a small country road.
The road was paved with gravel of different sizes and was surrounded by weeds.
To be safe, after Irin ran out of the fog forest, he did not stop. He ran all the way along the gravel road for a few hundred meters. After the cold murderous intent behind him disappeared completely, he stopped to take a breath.
At this moment, Irin slowly turned his head.
A few hundred meters away, there was a withered forest that was shrouded in fog.
In the depths of the fog, there were two figures, one tall and one short, flashing past.
Four dim red lights seemed to be staring at Irin through the thick fog.
But soon, the four red lights gradually disappeared into the thick fog and completely disappeared.
"Did they leave?"
Irin breathed a sigh of relief.
He was still carrying the middle-aged hunter on his back.
"Uncle, how do I get to your village?"
Irin asked casually.
There was no response from behind!
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