"Brother Xia, it's foggy."

Gao Tianyi, who found a high place to stand in the town, held up his telescope and looked at the part above the blue mountains that was hidden in the clouds and mist.

The short-haired police officer who hung up a headset to communicate with the high school student was busy in the town. After a while, he replied: "Isn't it foggy very early?"

"It's not Brother Wu Laxia, it's..."

Before Gao Tianyi could finish speaking, the rapidly sounding alarm made the young man's ears hurt. He quickly took out the testing instrument that had been stuffed into his pocket and pressed the close button.

The young man whose ears were finally saved breathed a sigh of relief. A few seconds later, he heard a sonorous and powerful "grass" coming from the earphones.

Obviously, Xia Chengyin in other places also heard this piercing siren.

"Brother Xia, what is this alarm?"

"Tsk, the most difficult one... I'll tell you later."

Xia Chengyin turned off the local communication of the headset and picked up the cell phone that he had been thinking about since the beginning.

The call came from his boss, telling him about the sudden increase in Kangtai Mountain's test values.

Originally, this matter was not under their control, but whoever asked Xia Chengyin to go on a business trip in the local area informed him emotionally and rationally, which led Gu Cheng to call his subordinates.

"I know, boss, has it reached an explosive value again?" Xia Chengyin fell into deep thought, "...Yes, yes, yes, if there is any problem, I will report it to you, hang up first, I am still busy here."
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The people coming and going around him were colleagues from across provinces. After discovering that it was a tourist coming down the mountain and bringing a red rope, Xia Chengyin urgently called his local colleagues to dispatch the police.

It’s time to hurry up and hurry up. It takes a lot of time to safely separate the tourists. The total number of tourists has doubled their number.

On the other hand, we have to consider how to go up the mountain to confirm the situation. The local colleagues are so worried that they are almost bald.

I was still thinking about how to safely dispose of the red ropes on tourists’ hands, when something unexpected happened.

I don’t know where the chain reaction started, and the red rope began to glow red.

Although the effect was not obvious, tourists still expressed physical discomfort one after another, including headaches, nausea, and even vomiting on the spot.

"What should I do?"

"Just knock him out." Someone complained, "Let's talk about the explanation later."

Fully embodying a bad idea, tourists who appeared strange were knocked unconscious one after another, and then dragged aside to wait for the red rope to be processed.

Due to the large number of tourists and their limited manpower, this process takes a long time without harming ordinary people.

As time goes by, new accidents may easily occur.

Xia Chengyin looked at the people around him who were a little confused because of the sudden alarm, shook his head involuntarily, and then walked aside.

He turned the headphones back on and asked: "Kid, what do you mean by fog you just mentioned?"

What came back from the earphones was not the young man's answering voice, but the sound of whistling wind and constant breathing, which sounded like he was running continuously.

Xia Chengyin felt something was wrong.

"Hey, where is Gao Tianyi?" the short-haired police officer asked, and he started running towards a small high platform in the town, "Kid, where are you now!"

The sound of gasping did not stop, and there was also the sound of clattering footsteps.

Xia Chengyin is also running.

The town is so big, and soon he arrived at the high platform where Gao Tianyi was before.

There is no one on the high platform, only the stone benches for people to rest are still warm.

People left, but not for long.

"Gao Tianyi!" Xia Chengyin raised his voice and shouted into the headphones, "Where are you?"

The young Taoist priest should not be in trouble, but his habit of running around without obeying orders really needs to be changed. He can't just rely on his status as a foreign aid to act haphazardly——

"I'm going up the mountain." The extremely tired voice of the young man finally came from the earphones, "Brother Xia, I have to see the residents on the mountain."

"This fog is very bad. If it drifts halfway up the mountain, I don't know what will happen..."

"Also, Brother Xia, there is also a problem with this mountain. You should be small when you go up the mountain-"

The sound in the headphones stopped suddenly, as if the signal was poor and was directly interrupted.

……

The misty white mist rose up from nowhere and lingered around the square.

Bai Su originally wanted to fill the entire dream with white mist, but subconsciously canceled this plan.

After thinking about it, maybe it’s because dreams extend infinitely.

Although the main body is just this huge magic circle, as you go further, the dream is boundless.

Moreover, he also felt that something strange would happen if the white mist dispersed too much.

So, Baisu just sprinkled white catkins around the square, and isolated everything in the square from the surroundings between the wooden Buddha's "nonsense".

His goal from beginning to end is to trap the wooden Buddha.

Just like when I grabbed the Qiqiao arcade.

But is this enough? Bai Su looked at the ground and had to think of a way to cover it.

But he couldn't let the feast in his mouth escape. The food he had worked so hard to wait for was summoned by humans.

The other hand raised by the wooden Buddha did not stop because of Bai Su's words. After the first blow missed, it quickly swung the second palm.

The giant hand smashed out a half-meter deep pit. The cracks spread along the edge of the palm, but they did not extend far. After the wooden Buddha raised his hand, the cracks and the deep pit were restored.

The wooden Buddha is the master of this dreamland, and this recognition was once again realized.

There was no figure of the black-haired young man in the restored pit. The wooden Buddha put away its hand and tilted its head again. It saw the "little bug" standing there yawning in the open space.

Mufo defines the black-haired young man as a little bug. Without him, humans are too small in its eyes.

I just don’t know how I can hide so well, it’s a little slippery little bug.

The Wooden Buddha was plagued by bugs when it first woke up. Later it crushed all the bugs to death, and then, after a long period of time, humans were promoted to little bugs in its eyes.

If a good insect worships it, it will give it some of its own seeds and "blood", just like the one just now.

The wooden Buddha glanced back from the corner of his eye, and saw that the new family member it cherished was standing at the edge of the magic circle, holding the bone staff dullly. If he took another step back, he would be swallowed up by the white mist.

By the way, Bai Wu.

The wooden Buddha looked at the sky. The gradually thickening fog blocked the light of the red sun, which somewhat affected its ability to absorb light, but it didn't matter.

The masked head lowered again. It had already dealt with the humans who didn't respect it enough, and the second, slightly slippery little bug had to... Hey, where are the people?

As soon as the wooden Buddha lowered his head, the human in front of him who had escaped its two palm strikes was no longer where he was standing.

How could it be...it didn't sense humans...

The black-haired young man was nowhere to be found, replaced by a patch of white.

Covering the dark magic circle is a piece of white, which is spreading and swaying slightly with the movement.

Like a white flower in full bloom.
Chapter completed!