Chapter 421 People in the Black Mist

"I'm going to practice for a while." Bai Bing said.

"You actually know how to practice?" Li Qingsi was surprised, how could he encounter so many outrageous things today.

Then, she noticed the black spot and frowned, "Is this the injury you said?"

"Um."

Without saying a word, Bai Bing found a quiet room, began to adjust his breath, and entered a state of sitting still.

He first took out the blood nail and tried to prick the skin. The blood nail could suppress all strange things and parasites, and that was it.

However, after the puncture, drops of blood flowed out and fell on the nail, but there was no reaction.

"Is it the wrong way to use it?"

Bai Bing pondered deeply, recalling the situation when he was injured, but he had no clue in his mind.

He took out the chat mirror and used the reflected light to look at the fingerprint. He suddenly remembered something and took out most of the burned red incense from the storage ring.

There is also a black fingerprint on Hongxiang, which was left by some force that destroyed Hongxiang at that time.

He compared them and found that the two fingerprints were exactly the same.

What does this mean?

After thinking for a while, he found an unknown ID on the chat mirror and sent a text to it.

[When you have time, ask the Earth Protector how his injury is going.

To be honest, I also have a similar injury and would like to share my condition with that buddy.】

After pondering for a moment, he wrote another paragraph.

[Do me a favor and say something back. I know you are in some trouble now, so I will help you out if you are in a good mood. 】

[If you don’t reply, you will be in a bad mood and I will plan to get you out? 】

I wrote a few sentences, but still no reply.

This is not the first time.

"If I had known I had left an instruction manual, I'm afraid this idiot wouldn't be able to use it." Bai Bing said to himself.

Of course, he felt that it was also possible that he was thrown into a corner, or the worst possibility was that he would stay in that forbidden area forever without taking it at all?

Just as I was thinking about it, a black mist suddenly filled the air in front of the chatting mirror.

The black mist originated from the black spots on the chest, condensed into a ball, and floated quietly.

Bai Bing's expression gradually became serious.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his fingertips and touched lightly.

boom.

The black mist spread silently, covering the sky and the earth.

The surrounding ground made of neat rocks turned into soft soil and gravel, spreading out in all directions with him as the center.

Dry trees, dark sky, misty miasma, scattered bones. More things appeared around.

A silent and depressing picture slowly unfolded.

Bai Bing stood up, took two steps, and touched the cracked bark of the tree.

Everything is real.

He was very familiar with this place, it was the Forgotten Land, that forbidden area of ​​death and silence.

"Who's in front?"

He opened his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw blue light falling from the fog barrier in front of him.

The mist rolled silently in the beam, forming a human shape, like a three-dimensional projection.

Only the outline can be distinguished, but the details cannot be seen clearly.

"If you keep pretending to be a ghost, I'm going to take action." Bai Bing said.

This thing must have had some bad intentions in bringing him here suddenly.

The figure under the blue beam of light did not speak. He raised his feet and walked towards Bai Bing in the regular flashing light.

Bai Bing narrowed his eyes. This time he learned his lesson, took two steps back, picked up a dead tree, and swung it up.

Empty.

I saw the figure directly passing through Bai Bing's body, walking out from behind, and rushing in one direction without any hindrance.

"Is it really something from the fallen immortal again?"

Bai Bing pondered, dropped the branch, and followed behind.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and occasionally some earthen lumps could be seen, and then more and more, and familiar prompts appeared in the system.

[Illegal parasite detected: Worm of Time]

[Your consciousness is being illegally invaded]

[Intrusion has been dismissed]

"Thousand Miles Cemetery Area?" Bai Bing said to himself, he was familiar with this place.

The figure continued to move forward, emitting a faint blue light, like a ghost.

It shuttled among the cemeteries until it came to an open space, where there was a small temple.

The small temple looks like an earth temple, with red lanterns hung on the dilapidated tile eaves on both sides, emitting a blood-red light. It is surrounded by graveyards, blocking the light, so I only discovered it after getting closer.

The figure stopped in front of the temple and then disappeared into thin air.

"Are we reaching the end?"

Bai Bing hesitated. He didn't dare to move forward. According to his many years of experience, the feng shui here was not good.

But then I thought, forget it, it’s here.

The door of the small temple was locked, and the big iron lock was covered with traces of rust.

Bai Bing came over, cut off the iron rope, and opened the door. A rotten smell came out, and spider webs mixed with dust fell down.

Through the dim light, he saw things inside the temple.

Seventeen huge bloody nails were hung neatly on the wall.

He was stunned.

The bloody nails on the insect corpse? Why are they here?

What does it mean to be alone here in this ruined temple? Is it a nail-biter?

He also had one on his hand, and it was easily identifiable as having the same origin from the traces of use.

After pondering for a moment, he put away all seventeen bloody nails.

"Senior, is he the owner of the blood nail?" Bai Bing asked, but did not receive any response.

He was about to get up and leave, but there were footsteps nearby.

The footsteps stopped, and he saw an old man passing by carrying a stele, which was inserted into a large tomb nearby. There was a portrait on the stele, which must have been painted just now.

"What a coincidence, we actually meet again." Bai Bing said, isn't this the old man who carved the monument he met before.

The old man looked at him and was suddenly startled.

With a dull thud, the stone tablet fell to the ground, and he didn't even notice it hit his feet.

With a pop, the old man knelt down on the ground. He looked excited and pious, his hands and voice trembling together.

"Are you really a pioneer?"

"You're back?"

"What pioneer? Did you just change your hair and have a bad memory?"

Bai Bing opened his mouth, but suddenly covered his mouth. He felt that his voice was a bit weird, it was some kind of obscure gibbering, and he couldn't even understand it.

"Pioneer, you are finally back after so many years. We have all died in battle. You used your method to seal this place.

We are all waiting for you to come back and go on another expedition with you. Do you know that in this world, filth is reviving again?"

The old man rambled devoutly.

Bai Bing was silent for a moment, then subconsciously took out the chat mirror and looked at his face.

What appeared in front of him was a black mist, with two cold eyes glowing blue, and his whole body was surrounded by black mist.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it wasn't the old man who lost his memory, but something was wrong with me.

Because I took blood nails?

At this moment, the ghost surrounded by a blue halo appeared again. It left along the road, passed through the old man's body, and walked into the distance.
To be continued...