They took every step carefully because they could step into a swamp at any time.
Xingyue held a long stick in her hand and explored the way in front, while the others followed her.
The poisonous fog swamp is filled with white smoke, and the visibility is very low. You can only see things within a radius of five or six meters, and you can't see anything further away. The monk's spiritual consciousness has no effect here.
After walking a certain distance, some small red dots appeared inexplicably on several disciples. They didn't pay attention to them at first, but who knew that the small red dots were getting bigger and bigger and tended to get bigger. When the others saw it, they immediately called to the front.
The marching moon stopped.
"Uncle Junior, Senior Brother Zhang Yuan, come and see, what is this on their bodies?"
Xingyue immediately turned around and saw a few small red dots appearing on several people's faces. There were scratches around the small red dots, "Hurry and grab them, don't let them scratch them with their hands."
The few people who were fine immediately raised their hands to grab the hands of those who wanted to tickle them, and tied their hands with ropes.
"Uncle, I'm so itchy." Li Xin couldn't stand the itching on her face, and looked at Xing Yue with tears in her eyes.
Xingyue stepped forward to check carefully and saw that they had no symptoms except itching. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This should be the bite of flying mosquitoes unique to the poisonous fog swamp. It's not a big problem."
After several people heard this, they felt relieved. A disciple took out a paste-like substance from his storage bag and applied it to their faces, and then the piercing itching on their faces subsided.
Everyone looked at the plaster in the man's hand and were a little curious.
The disciple smiled and said, "This is a trauma ointment passed down from my family's ancestors. I took it out and tried it. I didn't expect it to be really useful."
After hearing this, everyone was no longer curious.
"Didn't you bring insect repellent sachets before you came in?" Xing Yue looked at those people and asked.
"Bring it." Several people took out the sachets and gestured.
"Wait a minute, bring the sachet over and show it to me." Zhao Song, the disciple who took out the plaster, said.
Li Xin handed him the sachet in her hand and asked, "Is there anything wrong with this sachet?"
"I'll take a look first before talking." Zhao Song took the sachet, opened it, poured the mosquito repellent inside onto the wound, and looked at it carefully.
Then he said, "This is a fake medicine of yours. Although the ingredients are exactly the same as the anthelmintic medicine, it has completely lost its effect because it has been left out for too long."
"What, fake medicine." Li Xin said in shock.
Several other people hurriedly handed over their sachets for Zhao Song to check.
Zhao Song checked it over and said, "Yours is the same as Li Xin's. You couldn't have bought it in the same place."
Several people gritted their teeth, and Li Xin said, "I bought it from a vendor in Zongmenfang City."
"Me too."
"Me too."
The other two people also agreed.
"It looks like they are the same person." Zhao Song said.
"I'm so angry. Don't let me catch him, otherwise I won't be able to get rid of my bad temper until I cut him into pieces." Li Xin said angrily.
"Then what should we do now? Other anthelmintic drugs are also sold there and must not be used." Wang Qingqing said distressedly.
"It's okay. I happen to have a lot here, so I can give it to a few of you." With that said, Zhao Song took out three sachets from his storage bag and handed them to Li Xin and others.
"Thank you so much." Li Xin and the others said gratefully.
"It doesn't matter, are we all from the same sect?" Zhao Song said gently.
Xingyue looked at Zhao Song from the side and suddenly realized that he was very good-looking. He had the kind of appearance that easily gained others' favor and was not aggressive. Why hadn't he noticed that before?
After dealing with this small episode, they continued on their way. There was nothing of value in the outskirts of the Poison Mist Swamp, so Xingyue and the others went straight to the inner perimeter without stopping too much.
After walking for two or three hours, at noon, the smoke from the Poisonous Mist Swamp gradually dissipated, revealing its original appearance.
The scene in front of me is not that pretty, because it is filled with smoke all year round, and the smoke is poisonous, so everything in the poisonous fog swamp looks dark after the smoke dissipates.
When the sun shines in here, it doesn't feel like there are trees in other places.
The midday sun was so intense that the creatures living in the poisonous fog swamp all hid without any trace.
"Now is a good time to hurry up. Let's speed up." Xingyue said from the front.
She held a compass in her hand, and she could only rely on the compass to determine the direction here.
Fortunately, there is no magnetic field that affects the use of the compass, otherwise even monks may get lost in the poisonous fog swamp.
An hour later, the poisonous fog swamp was covered by smoke again, and Xingyue and the others also slowed down.
"It's a pity that the fog barrier only disappears for an hour." Sun Xia said.
"At least there is still an hour. It is said that there was not even an hour before." Qian Qian replied.
"So, our luck is better," Li Xin said.
"What's so good? According to the sect's information, when this place never saw the sun all year round, all kinds of poisonous plants grew well, and fourth-level soul-breaking grass was not uncommon."
"Since the fog barrier began to become thinner, the fourth-order soul-breaking grass has almost disappeared without a trace, the third-order ones are not very common, and other poisonous plants have also become much less common." Qian Qian
said.
"Really?" Wang Qingqing asked.
"Of course it's true. I also saw it on the first floor of the Zongmen Library." Zhao Song said with a smile.
"When I look at you, you haven't read much." Qian Qian said to Wang Qingqing with a sigh.
"What's the matter if you haven't read the book? You know so much and you can't beat me." Wang Qingqing retorted.
After a few words of bickering, they quickly fell silent after seeing Xingyue's gesture in front of them.
"What's wrong, little uncle?"
"There seems to be some movement." Xingyue listened carefully, and there were rustling sounds on the ground.
Because you cannot use your spiritual consciousness, you rely entirely on the five senses of the monks to sense the surrounding situation at this time.
There is no doubt that Xingyue's five senses are very outstanding. Yue Changyuan also felt that something was coming this way, and the sword in his hand was trembling.
"Let's go quickly." Xingyue didn't want to waste time here.
After saying that, she led the way and left quickly, and her disciples quickly followed.
Yue Changyuan turned around and slashed backward with his sword, then left quickly.
"It's a ghost vine." He sent a message to Xingyue to tell them what it was that was chasing them.
"Um."
The ghost vine is a poisonous vine that grows on the outskirts of the poisonous fog swamp. Although there are many of them, they are afraid of light and fire, so they are relatively easy to deal with.
Without waiting for Xingyue's reminder, the disciples had already taken out the fire talismans and were ready to throw them out at any time.
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