"Why don't we ask the Dazhu Gang for help? There are many of them. If we divide these 800 mountains, we can find them quickly." Zhu Zhengyang suddenly turned his eyes and said.
Chen Zifei shook his head and said in a deep voice: "No, when Lao Yuan was checking the information just now, didn't you hear that this wild mountain range has been covered by miasma all year round? Although the Dazhu Gang has many people, they are all ordinary people and are not affected by it at all.
Without this miasma, if they had entered the mountains, less than half of them would have come out alive."
Yuan Wudi looked gloomy and said slowly: "Yes, we can't let ordinary people die. Although there are only three of us, there is no other way. If we are lucky, we might be able to find Watanabe Masaru soon."
Zhu Zhengyang looked bitter and said plaintively: "I'm lucky. I've never been so lucky in my life that I have a one-eight-hundredth chance of winning. This is probably a bit higher than the probability of winning the lottery."
"Okay, don't think so much. Let's go in first. Maybe we can find some clues." Chen Zifei patted Zhu Zhengyang and said with a smile.
The three of them were all ancient warriors. Even with Zhu Zhengyang's chubby figure, he could walk as fast as flying when he climbed the mountain. With all his strength, he reached the top of the mountain in an hour.
Zhu Zhengyang leaned on his knees and gasped for air, saying: "No, Da Fei, I'm going to die, my lungs are going to vomit out, I can't run anymore."
As he spoke, Zhu Zhengyang fell back and lay on the ground gasping for air, as if he was a fish jumping out of the water.
Chen Zifei and Yuan Wudi ignored Zhu Zhengyang. They looked into the distance warily. They saw the fog in front of them, making it impossible to see very far. When the wind blew, there was a musty smell in the air.
Chen Zifei's heart sank. When he was a mercenary, he was in the jungle all year round. He could see this kind of miasma at a glance. When encountering this kind of miasma, he could only avoid it or wait for the wind to blow away the miasma before he could enter. Although
Now that he is no longer an ordinary person, Chen Zifei still feels solemn in his heart, not knowing how long he can stay in this miasma.
"I'll go down first to test the miasma and see what's going on inside." Chen Zifei said in a deep voice.
Yuan Wudi took a step forward and immediately said: "I'll go with you. I don't know what dangers are hidden in this mountain range. The two of us will also be there to take care of it."
Zhu Zhengyang jumped up and shouted: "Don't leave me behind. We have to go together. Otherwise, if you go down, what will happen if some monster suddenly rushes out and eats me?"
Neither Chen Zifei nor Yuan Wudi smiled, because anything could happen in a place like this, and even if a monster really popped out, it wouldn't be surprising at all.
Chen Zifei opened the way in front, Zhu Zhengyang followed closely behind him, and Yuan Wudi cut off the rear. The three-person team walked cautiously down the mountain. After more than ten minutes of walking, the visibility had dropped to ten meters.
Chen Zifei's body swelled, black flames beat on the surface of his body, and he had entered a fighting posture. He walked down step by step. He deliberately inhaled some miasma. He was surprised to find that the miasma could not affect his body, and he could still breathe on his own.
It just feels like going to a plateau and lacking oxygen.
Looking back at Yuan Wudi and Zhu Zhengyang, they were obviously holding their breath and not panting. Chen Zifei lowered his voice and said, "Try to see if you can breathe in this miasma. Holding your breath is not a long-term solution. If it doesn't work, we'll do it first."
Go back and get some gas masks before coming in."
Yuan Wudi had a solemn look on his face and took a deep breath. His face turned ugly instantly. After a few breaths, his face returned to rosy.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Yuan Wudi said in a deep voice: "It's not bad. You can use your internal power to drive away the toxins in the miasma."
Chen Zifei looked at Zhu Zhengyang again. Among the three, although Yuan Wudi is the newest person in Kunlun, Yuan Wudi's strength has now surpassed Zhu Zhengyang. Yuan Wudi can get rid of the toxins in the miasma, but Zhu Zhengyang may not be able to do it.
Zhu Zhengyang covered his nose, feeling reluctant, but he also knew that it would be okay to hold his breath for a while, but it wouldn't work if he kept holding his breath. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. One minute passed, and Zhu Zhengyang's face
His face showed joy.
"It's really possible, Da Fei. I can really use my internal power to expel toxins. I didn't expect that I am immune to all poisons, hahaha." Zhu Zhengyang said with an excited smile.
Chen Zifei turned his head, stared at the surroundings with vigilance, and said in a deep voice: "Don't relax your vigilance. The poison of this miasma is not too strong. What is inside is the most dangerous. In such primitive mountains, there may be unexpected things."
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Zhu Zhengyang was suddenly excited, and the excitement he had just had completely disappeared. He took out his dagger and looked around nervously, as if a monster would pounce out of the mist at any time.
As the speed of going down the mountain became faster and faster, Chen Zifei also discovered that the miasma down here was getting thicker and thicker. He looked back at Zhu Zhengyang and Yuan Wudi. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with them. At this time, they were hindered the most.
Line of sight problem.
A glimmer of light flashed in Chen Zifei's eyes, and he could barely see the distance of a hundred meters. He watched the surroundings vigilantly. There were some trees around him, but he found no shadows of wild beasts or humans.
The speed of going down the mountain was much slower than before going up the mountain. After another hour, a few people finally arrived at the bottom of the mountain. There were dead branches and rotten leaves everywhere around them. They were soft and soft under their feet, which was very uncomfortable.
Zhu Zhengyang looked around with a depressed expression, and suddenly saw a vague white skeleton in the distance. He didn't know what kind of animal it was. It looked very huge.
Zhu Zhengyang immediately became interested, walked quickly, and said excitedly: "What kind of animal is this big? It can't be an elephant. If you can get an ivory, then..."
Before Zhu Zhengyang finished speaking, he suddenly closed his mouth. Chen Zifei ignored him and looked around, trying to identify the direction. If he chose the wrong direction for these eight hundred mountains, there would be no turning back.
"Da... Da Fei, Lao Yuan, help me." Zhu Zhengyang said in a tearful tone, his body froze in place, not daring to move.
Only then did Chen Zifei and Yuan Wudi realize that something was wrong with Zhu Zhengyang, and they hurriedly came to Zhu Zhengyang.
Chen Zifei's heart sank and he said in a deep voice: "Lao Zhu, what's wrong with you?"
Yuan Wudi looked at Zhu Zhengyang's feet and sneered: "Fat Zhu, are you stepping on a landmine?"
Zhu Zhengyang looked at the two of them with a sad look on his face and said in a trembling voice: "Don't be joking, I might have really stepped on a landmine. What should I do? I don't want to die yet. There are so many teachers waiting for me to study.
I don't want to die here."
Chen Zifei was shocked and said nervously: "What? Landmines? Isn't this an uninhabited mountain range? How come there are landmines?"
Yuan Wudi also looked solemn. They had all been on the battlefield and knew that if an infantry stepped on a landmine, it was basically a death sentence. Even if they survived, they would basically be disabled for the rest of their lives.
The two looked at each other and Yuan Wudi said solemnly: "I'll do it. When I was in the army, I specialized in studying foreign tactical landmines."
Chen Zifei nodded and said nothing. Although he could also clear mines, he learned the wild ways from mercenaries, and he certainly did not have the expertise of Yuan Wudi who came from the Chinese army.
Yuan Wudi slowly knelt down on the ground, his face so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water. He held a dagger in his mouth and gently peeled away the rotten leaves at Zhu Zhengyang's feet.
"Amitofu... The Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law... Saitama the Great Demon... God, Amen, save me..." Zhu Zhengyang closed his eyes,
The muscles on his face were twitching, and his mouth was babbling non-stop, as he started to skewer all kinds of gods and Buddhas that he could think of.