Chapter 42: Fog is Born from the Heart (Please collect! Please read!)
"Cut off the head!"

Mo Yanqiu reminded in a low voice.

Then, the Zhenyue Spear danced around his body like a dragon, and every swing brought up a gust of wind.

The huge force knocked the fragile human-ghost flying, and it fell heavily on the ground not far away, with its bones broken and unable to stand up.

The first wave of human ghosts that rushed out were wiped out. Seeing this good opportunity, Zhou Qingshan looked around, found a big tree and was about to use his tree-climbing tactics.

"My Lord, please stay among us and don't move!"

Seeing this, Gao Feixue grabbed Zhou Qingshan and protected him behind him. With a flash of his knife, he cut off the head of a ghost that jumped out from the side.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingshan's heart trembled, and he had to hold the spear tightly and stand between the two men.

The second wave of more than ten human ghosts rushed out from the fog. Most of them were attracted by the warrior blood of Mo Yanqiu, and a small number rushed towards Zhou Qingshan and Gao Feixue!
Swish!Swish!
Gao Feixue swung his sword and cut off the heads of the two human ghosts.

At this time, Zhou Qingshan noticed that the clothes hanging on the human-ghost this time were not the leather armor he had encountered before. They were obviously civilians in the spiritual realm.

It was also much weaker than the human-ghost transformed from the member of the Liu family guard team, and its flesh and blood had been hollowed out, making it even weaker.

However, before they could deal with the second wave of human ghosts, the third wave followed closely and surged out.

Seven hideous-looking human ghosts rushed out from the thick fog and headed straight for Gao Feixue and Zhou Qingshan.

Click!

Gao Feixue's eyes were firm and he remained calm in the face of danger. With lightning speed, his sword shone like a sword, and instantly cut off the heads of the two ghosts.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Feixue moved swiftly and used his sword skills fluently, chopping down three ghosts in succession, and his long sword became stuck on a broken skull.

At this time, the sixth human ghost bared his fangs and claws, trying to pounce on Gao Feixue who was caught off guard.

Her eyes widened and she was about to drop the knife.

boom!
In a flash, Zhou Qingshan stepped forward, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, which actually picked up the whole ghost and sent it flying, hitting it heavily against the tree trunk.

Gao Feixue cast a grateful glance at Zhou Qingshan, then used the force of his foot to pull out the long sword, and with a backhand stroke, he beheaded the other ghost.

With one quick step, he beheaded the last human-ghost on the spot!
At this moment, a short figure suddenly jumped out from the thick fog and pounced silently towards Zhou Qingshan's neck.

Gao Feixue glanced back and saw that Zhou Qingshan was about to die on the spot. Her heart tightened, and she knew it was too late to swing the knife from the current angle.

Gao Feixue rushed forward without hesitation and pushed Zhou Qingshan aside with all his strength, avoiding the fatal blow.

The short ghost was incredibly fast and in a flash he bit Gao Feixue's left arm.

Gao Feixue endured the severe pain and threw the human-ghost out with force.

——Tear!
The short ghost held the object tightly in his mouth, and was thrown out with a piece of flesh and blood, falling heavily to the ground.

Blood was pouring down Gao Feixue's left arm, flowing down his sleeve and staining the area red.

She gritted her teeth, stepped forward and beheaded the short ghost with one blow!

Mo Yanqiu's battle was also coming to an end a few steps away. He smashed the heads of the ghosts one by one, ensuring that they would not stand up again.

Zhou Qingshan stood up from the snow and looked at Gao Feixue who was still standing, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

He had just used all his strength to barely send a human-ghost flying. He was distracted at that moment, and the noises around him were chaotic and noisy. He didn't have eyes behind him and was unable to react for a while.

If it weren't for Gao Feixue's decisiveness, he might have been bitten through the neck by the short ghost.

How can I be alive?

Zhou Qingshan went forward to check the wound, and seeing that her blood was flowing normally and there was no sign of poisoning, he quickly took out a hemostatic pill from his arms and gave it to Gao Feixue to take. Then he quickly tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it tightly around Gao Feixue's wound to slow down the bleeding.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern while bandaging the wound.
Gao Feixue shook his head slightly: "This minor injury is nothing serious." Fighting is common for warriors, how is it possible not to get injured?
This level of trauma was not particularly serious for her.

Seeing that her wound was stable and that she was not seriously injured, Zhou Qingshan's expression relaxed slightly.

Mo Yanqiu smashed the heads of the ghosts around him that could still make sounds, and suddenly there was no sound in the fog.

Zhou Qingshan looked around and began to carefully observe the dozens of human and ghost remains around him.

Judging from the clothes and body shapes of these human ghost remains, there are children, men, women, and a few wearing leather armor.

However, there is no "Liu" printed on the upper right corner of the leather armor on this ghost. Instead, there is a claw mark.
"Xiong family?" Zhou Qingshan recognized the logo and his face suddenly became serious.

This is the family emblem of another spiritual realm lord thirty miles away from Shengfeng Territory.

The strength of the Xiong family is much stronger than that of the Liu family. Although there are only three warriors entering the country, the current head of the family is a well-known warrior-level bone-tempering warrior in the vicinity!
There are so many farmers and ghosts here, the spiritual realm must have been breached by that "demon".

Moreover, the distance between these two spiritual realms is more than fifty miles, so it is impossible for the accident to happen on the same day!

Or maybe the 'demon' was just going to take advantage of the heavy snow to cause trouble. These people in the spiritual realm were probably drained of their flesh and blood by the demon three or five days ago and turned into spiritual seeds.

"Could something happen to Master Shengfeng as well?"

Zhou Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but have a bad premonition.

Mo Yanqiu's pupils shrank when he looked at the Xiong family emblem on the remains of the ghost.

The day before yesterday, she and Feixue braved the wind and snow to travel thirty miles from the spiritual realm where the Xiong family lived to return to Shengfeng Territory.

Gao Feixue injured his left arm, but it did not affect his movements much, so the three of them continued on their journey.

An hour later.

Gao Feixue, who was walking at the end, had increasingly thick fog in her eyes, and could not even see Zhou Qingshan's back in front of her.

Finally, there was a loud bang, and Gao Feixue crashed straight into a big tree next to him. Snowflakes were shaken off the branches like a miniature avalanche.

Zhou Qingshan and Mo Yanqiu heard the noise and immediately turned back to check the situation. Seeing that she had no other obvious injuries except for a slight redness and swelling on her forehead, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's going on?!" Zhou Qingshan asked while supporting him.

Gao Feixue gently stroked her forehead. The collision made her realize the seriousness of the situation. She blinked several times, trying to clear her vision, but found that there was still a blurry fog around her.
Anxiety spread in her heart, and Gao Feixue reached out her hand hastily, trying to grab some physical support. Her palm touched a warm hand, and she pressed it against her face.

Although she could feel the warmth of his palm, her vision was still shrouded in thick fog, and her eyes were white.

"I... I can't see." Her voice trembled, revealing an unconcealable panic.

"Can't see?"

Zhou Qingshan and Mo Yanqiu looked at each other, and their expressions became serious.

Gao Feixue held that hand tightly and repeated anxiously:

"There's only fog in front of me - I can't see anything! I can't see anything! I can't see anything!!"

"Is this a sign of being lost?!"

Mo Yanqiu listened to this description and suddenly thought of something, his expression suddenly changed:

"How could your three Yang Flames become so weak?!"

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(End of this chapter)