The mist on the mountain has drifted down.

Gao Tianyi stood on the platform for people to rest on the mountain road, panting and holding his knees.

As soon as he took the first step up the mountain, he felt that the mountain was devouring his physical strength. It was not obvious, but it was still plundering him.

Thinking of the fact that he and the police officer Cun Tou went to the villagers in the town to inquire about some information in order to find the invisible hotel. After he took the opportunity to look through the notes of the scenery, he immediately connected them.

Ordinary villagers who know nothing about it will naturally not notice the root knot inside, and just think it is the special nature of the mountain.

Maybe members of special departments like Xia Chengyin couldn't notice it and just found it tiring to climb the mountain.

But Gao Tianyi knew it. His professional counterpart noticed it when the soles of his feet touched the ground.

But there was nothing he could do at the moment. He took a few pictures of himself and continued to run upwards. By the way, when the communication call came over, he notified the people below to be careful of the "mountain".

After the communication was interrupted due to signal problems, the young man concentrated on running upwards, occasionally resting for a while on the viewing platform.

He...he will definitely run a thousand meters when he goes back. He will never be lazy again.

The high school student, whose physical strength was worrying, waited for a long time before continuing to walk upward.

He compressed the half-hour journey into ten minutes. When he ran into the village halfway up the mountain to inform him, the ignorant villagers still didn't want to believe what Gao Tianyi said.

"Children are talking nonsense."

"Hey, don't have such a bad attitude... My child, are you going to Fuzhao Temple? It's too late, we are no longer accepting tourists today."

"Isn't it normal for fog in the mountains? It's just a bit foggy today...but did the weather forecast say anything?"

There must be no such thing.

So why is it so difficult for older people to communicate?

Gao Tianyi thought of some painful experiences in communicating with elderly employers in the past. Maybe it would be better for him to wear a Taoist robe this time?

Not necessarily. His age is the biggest problem. He might as well put on old makeup and maybe these old people will believe him.

Fortunately, there are still younger people in the village. They gather together and look towards the mountain, struggling with Gao Tianyi's words.

Gao Tianyi couldn't wait for the villagers to make a decision. While the villagers were hesitating, he started running around the village.

The villagers did not stop him at this point, but told Gao Tianyi not to collide with the statues placed around the village.

Gao Tianyi: ...What a coincidence, I am just looking for those things.

There is a statue placed in the corner of every village. Gao Tianyi asked the villagers about the structure of the village and found the target smoothly.

The small statue was covered with opaque red cloth so that no one could see what was underneath. It was also tied up with a red rope. Judging from the dust falling on it, it had probably been deserted for several weeks... no, several months.

Moved.

The fruits and other offerings in front of the statue are quite fresh, and people probably come to change them every day.

The young man squatted in front of the small statue covered with red cloth and observed it for a while.

He could feel the statue's connection to the mountain.

Originally, this should have been an uneasy scene for him, but now it seems... why does it feel like the connection is a bit weak?

He doesn't understand what happened between the statue and the mountain, but he is eager to save people. Gao Tianyi doesn't know when the fog from the mountain will drift down.

Post it, Gao Tianyi thought, hoping that the barrier erected in a hurry can be stronger.

The high school student walked around the village, and when he returned to the entrance of the village, he found that it was in a mess.

Out of curiosity, he squeezed past, and in the circle formed by the crowd, he saw a middle-aged man being held in the arms of others.

The eyes on the dark face were dull and the mouth was slightly open. No matter what the people around him shouted, the middle-aged man did not respond.

The villagers even called the doctor from the small clinic in the village. After a thorough examination, the doctor found that the person was in good health and that there was nothing wrong with him except that he was in a trance.

"Isn't being distracted the biggest problem..."

"Hey, whoever was with him, what happened?"

Unable to find out the reason from the middle-aged man, the villagers asked about his fellow travelers.

A fellow traveler explained it this way: "It's not like I saw tourists going up the mountain in the morning and wanted to do business. Who knew the temple closed so early... But the stalls have been set up and they have to be closed down. It will be too late when they come down."

"Later we saw fog on the mountain, but we didn't pay attention. After packing up, we found that the fog was drifting down."

"The fog looked hazy, and I didn't know why it made me feel panicked, so I suggested coming back quickly."

"But Wang Wu said that we were timid and said it was just fog. It was thicker than usual and we insisted on going in for a walk."

"There was nothing wrong with him when he came back from his walk, so everyone felt relieved and hurried to the village."

"But we were only halfway there, Wang Wu, he... Wang Wu, he..."

Needless to say what happened next, Wang Wu fell down halfway in a daze, and was then carried back by panicked fellow travelers.

"So... there's something wrong with the fog?" someone in the village muttered to himself.

This conclusion is not difficult to infer.

The absent-minded middle-aged man's schedule since the morning was normal. Except for walking in the disturbing white mist in the middle, there was no other unusual behavior.

"Did a kid from outside just tell us not to go out because of the fog on the mountain?" Another villager thought of Gao Tianyi's existence, "Where's that kid!"

"Here it is!" The high school student raised his hand without hiding.

He took out the compass from his arms and thanked the loose coat of his high school uniform. Gao Tianyi walked into the crowd and squatted down next to the middle-aged man calmly. In addition to the compass, he also took out a yellow talisman paper.

The overly verbose movements confused the surrounding villagers, but they all live near the temple and have very good receptive abilities.

And they are not unruly people.

"What is this?" asked the villager.

"It's a talisman, it's for Ning Shen... Oh, it's useless."

Under the watchful eyes of the villagers, Gao Tianyi put the talisman paper on the forehead of the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man still did not recover.

After thinking about it, Gao Tianyi changed the one to make people fall asleep, and they fell asleep as expected.

At least it doesn't look scary when you open your eyes.

"What to do now?"

"Hmm...send the person down the mountain and seek professional treatment?"

Facing the villagers' questioning, the high school student rubbed his hair and gave an answer.

But it’s not easy to contact Brother Xia and the others now...the signal is very unstable.

Gao Tianyi tried to turn on the headset, but could hear nothing except the chaotic sound of electricity.

Just when the young man was worried about how to send people down the mountain, whether to go down now or wait for people from the special department to enter the mountain.

Before he could think of a reason, a sudden change occurred.

The clouds and mist on the top of the mountain suddenly stirred and surged, and more smoke rushed down from the mountain, passing through the dense forest and passing through the gaps between the houses.

More than just fog.

The young man's dark eyes were bright. He ran to the gate of the village and looked at the white mist that was getting closer.

In other words, it is more accurate to say that it is white "snow".
Chapter completed!