At the base of the wall, the young man and the steward of the Red Candle Hall were leaning against the corner, looking around in horror.
The indifferent swordsman also held his long sword and looked around like a lone wolf, wary of any unusual movements.
On the contrary, only Lin Bai looked more relaxed, leaning against the wall, folding his arms, and looking confusedly into the depths of the white mist.
that's all.
About two or three hours passed, and it gradually came to the second half of the night.
In the first half of the night, everyone was safe and sound, and even the figures in the strange white mist never appeared again.
Until late at night.
At least according to the time calculated by Lin Bai, it should be late at night.
The white mist in front suddenly surged, and a figure appeared again.
But this time, he was very close to Lin Bai and the cold swordsman. He was no longer a hundred meters away, but only ten meters away.
All four people could clearly see the outline of this person's figure, which looked like the figure of a woman, but it was completely shrouded in white mist, and no facial features or emotions could be seen.
"It's him!"
"Here he comes again."
The young man was so frightened that his hair stood on end and he suddenly screamed.
Lin Bai and the cold swordsman raised their heads and looked at the figure, each with their own thoughts in their eyes.
"Who are you?" the cold swordsman asked coldly.
After the figure emerged, he didn't say any words, and there was no sound at all. He stood quietly ten meters away, as if waiting for something.
After about a moment, he turned around silently and walked into the white mist.
Lin Bai had a very strong feeling, as if this figure wanted Lin Bai and others to follow him and leave.
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
"Look at the knife!"
The indifferent swordsman couldn't bear it anymore. The moment the figure was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly pulled out the long knife from the scabbard in his arms and slashed hard at the figure's back.
This knife carries the power of a top-grade Taiyi Daoguo realm warrior to destroy the heaven and the earth, and the pure blade almost tears apart the white mist in this space.
There was a bang.
The sword roared away and struck straight at the back of the figure.
But that figure did not dodge, as if it did not feel the sword attack, and let the sword strike on its body, completely tearing the figure condensed out of the white mist into pieces.
"What a powerful sword technique!"
Lin Bai's eyes flashed, and he felt that the magical method used by the cold swordsman must not be that simple.
Although this sword has not reached the level of Taoism, it is almost the same.
Obviously it is not an ordinary divine channel method, it should be a secret sword method and martial arts that belongs to the Jiuyou Demon Palace.
After marveling at the indifferent swordsman's sword skills, Lin Bai looked into the white mist... and saw the figure condensed out of the white mist being torn into pieces by the sword and disappearing.
Then the white mist returned to calm again, as if the figure had never appeared at all.
There was no unusual movement around, which made Lin Bai fall into deep thoughts, and at the same time he felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
After the indifferent swordsman chopped the figure into pieces, he found no other abnormalities, so he put the long sword out of its sheath and scanned the surroundings with a pair of eyes like a wolf and a tiger.
At this time.
"Tap tap tap tap..."
In the silent white mist, there was suddenly a loud sound of footsteps.
Lin Bai and the cold swordsman immediately cheered up, while the expressions of the young man and the shepherd of Hongzhutang changed slightly.
"somebody is coming?"
"Is that the sound of footsteps?"
The young man said to the indifferent swordsman in surprise: "It seems that not only the four of us are trapped here, but other warriors are also here. If we can share the same hatred, maybe we can survive until the dawn of tomorrow."
The young man recalled the words of the cold swordsman just now. The most important thing in the white mist was to share the same hatred with the enemy and deal with the danger together.
In such a strange situation, one more person would naturally bring more strength, and they also hoped to meet other warriors who strayed into the white mist.
The cold swordsman nodded and said: "That's natural. If there are other warriors here who are willing to join forces with us, then our hope of survival will naturally be greater!"
While speaking, the cold swordsman subconsciously glanced at Lin Bai.
From beginning to end, except for the brief exchange between Lin Bai and him when they first met, Lin Bai remained silent.
However, the cold swordsman sensed that the cultivation power in Lin Bai's body was extraordinary. He even felt that Lin Bai's cultivation strength was superior to his, so he cared about Lin Bai's every time he made a decision. view.
But this time, the cold swordsman noticed a slight change in the expression on Lin Bai's face. Instead of being indifferent and calm like before, there was a hint of solemnity on his face at this moment.
His eyes were piercing, like two bright lights in the dark night, staring into the white mist like wolves and tigers.
And the direction Lin Bai looked in was exactly the direction from which the footsteps came.
"Brother, what clues did you discover?"
The cold swordsman noticed Lin Bai's change in expression, and to ensure safety, he asked specifically.
Lin Bai didn't show the slightest smile on his face, but said in a cold voice: "Someone is coming over, or...it shouldn't be alone."
"Ah?" When the young man heard Lin Bai's words, he was at a loss and asked, "What does this mean? What does it mean to be a person? But not a person?"
The indifferent swordsman suddenly became alert, his palm unconsciously pressed on the scabbard, and he stared at the direction of the footsteps with vigilance.
Lin Bai whispered: "Although there were footsteps, I felt the slightest breath of life, as if I was a walking corpse controlled by some force!"
Tap tap... The moment Lin Bai finished speaking, the sound of footsteps approaching from far away finally came to them.
After the white mist ahead surged, a figure emerged from the white mist.
Lin Bai and the cold swordsman's eyes instantly focused on each other.
"hehe."
"As expected."
After Lin Bai saw this person, a wry smile appeared on his lips.
The indifferent swordsman's face was extremely surprised, and he clenched the long sword in his hand with a solemn expression.
The poor man and the young man in Hongzhutang turned pale with fright, and hugged each other unconsciously.
The figure that appeared in front of Lin Bai now was a man, more than eight feet tall, with a straight back and a majestic figure.
He was wearing a white robe as white as snow, with jade hanging around his waist, and a jade crown on his head. He was dressed more like a young man from an aristocratic family.
His complexion was pale, and his face was even paler, as white as if there was no blood, as if all the blood had been drained from his body.
Until Lin Bai and the cold swordsman saw his eyes, a chilling chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the sky. His eyes... turned out to be a dead gray color.
This kind of eyes only appear on dead people.
Gray and dead, without any eyes or breath, just like a corpse. (End of this chapter)