Chapter 43: Humans and Ghosts Block the Way (Please read! Please read!)
Zhou Qingshan, who was standing by, immediately thought of the bite from the child ghost.

He quickly tore open the bandaged wound on Gao Feixue's arm to check the situation, and unexpectedly, there was no sign of poisoning or infection on the wound.

"Not really?"

Then, Zhou Qingshan opened the chess piece panel to check his [Spirit]. His Spirit dropped to 0.5. He blinked and looked at the trees not far away. He could see clearly that Gao Feixue's current condition was not there.

The spirit of 0.5 has obviously not reached the critical point of being 'lost'.

"Isn't it also the influence of the thirteenth month?" Zhou Qingshan whispered to himself.

Gao Feixue is a blood coagulation warrior with condensed Qi. Logically speaking, the rate at which his energy is consumed should be much slower than his, so he should be able to hold out longer in the thick fog.

It was just a simple injury, it was impossible for his spirit to drop to such a level...

This did not fit his guess about the fog.

As a modern man, Zhou Qingshan, living in such an environment, how could he not be curious about this strange thick fog that never dissipates?
He has been studying dense fog for some time.

Because there are ordinary wild beasts outside the spiritual realm, he has used chickens, ducks, cows and dogs to test the thick fog outside Shengfeng Territory at different times, and the result is that the fog has a very limited impact on animals.

No matter what time it is, whether it is light fog at noon or thick fog, chickens, ducks, cows and dogs will not get lost no matter how long they stay outside.

Even if uncles and aunts were allowed to stay in the fog with their hunting dogs for ten hours and then placed five miles within the territory, the hunting dogs would still be able to find their way home and would not get lost due to the thick fog.

Afterwards, he began to use people to test the impact of the fog on the human body. After testing more than a dozen ordinary people, no one could survive for more than twelve hours.

Generally, the fog will get worse in the eighth hour, from being able to see three steps clearly to only one step, and then to the world being completely foggy. The accompanying symptom is loss of sense of direction, and eventually the person will fall into a state of confusion.

Human intelligence is far superior to that of low-intelligence chickens, ducks, cows and dogs which only have instincts, but human beings are the most affected by the fog. It is obvious that the fog is aimed at humans, or at people with complete consciousness.

Combining the two tests, Zhou Qingshan finally came to the conclusion:
The true state of fog in this world may be the 'light fog state' that people see at noon.

The world in the eyes of animals is originally a "light fog state", but not every wild animal and exotic beast has evolved the ability to see through thick fog.

This world is only in a "dense fog" state in the eyes of "human beings", highly intelligent and spiritual creatures.

——This fog comes from the heart!

It had only been an hour since Gao Feixue was injured, but she was already rapidly approaching the edge of being lost. This speed was so fast that it was unbelievable.

Unable to figure it out, Zhou Qingshan cast a questioning look at Mo Yanqiu, who had a serious expression.

After confirming the symptoms, Mo Yanqiu calmly explained:

"No need to look, it's not poison. This condition should be the soul-eating disease, a rare mark..."

"Soul-eating disease?"

Hearing this, Zhou Qingshan asked the key question: "What should we do? How long can she last in this state?"

Mo Yanqiu said in a deep voice:
"In this state, the speed at which the five senses become lost will become faster and faster. Now, Feixue has lost her direction. There is only thick fog in her sight. Then she will lose her ability to hear anything. Then her sense of touch will disappear... Finally, her consciousness will be lost forever. Even for a warrior at the Hercules Realm, the whole process will not take more than two hours."

"We must return to the spiritual realm before Feixue's consciousness sinks."

Hearing this, Gao Feixue's face instantly turned pale as paper, and her little hands tightly grasped the big hand in front of her, as if it was her only support.

Gao Feixue's grip was so strong that Zhou Qingshan felt a bit of pain, but he just frowned slightly without making any sound and let her hold him tightly.

"Two hours?" Zhou Qingshan knew the seriousness of the matter, and quickly helped Gao Feixue up, saying:
"No, we only have one hour left."

"Yanqiu, time is running out. Take these three red jade fruits first. I will be Miss Feixue's eyes, and you will clear the way."

After saying that, he took out three red jade fruits from his arms and handed them over, then took out a rope and tied himself and Gao Feixue up.

Mo Yanqiu nodded, took a red jade fruit to replenish his strength, held another red jade fruit in his mouth, then pulled out Gao Feixue's long sword, held the sword in one hand and the gun in the other, and continued to move forward.

In the middle, they encountered several waves of human ghosts, the number of which was less than ten, and Mo Yanqiu dealt with them carefully.

As time went by, Gao Feixue's 'lost' symptoms became more and more serious. Even though she was tied with a rope, Zhou Qingshan held her hand tightly to guide her.

But she still missed several steps in other directions. If Zhou Qingshan hadn't been quick to catch her, she would have fallen many times and hit many trees.

In particular, Gao Feixue's sense of touch in her hands was constantly fading, and she always felt like she was grabbing air, which made her extremely panicked, and she even heard low sobs in despair.

Zhou Qingshan could feel Gao Feixue's trembling from his swollen and painful palms, and her panic and anxiety were transmitted to Zhou Qingshan through her every rapid breath.

No one can face their own death calmly, especially the feeling of death approaching step by step.

Under such circumstances, Zhou Qingshan could only continue to comfort her:
"Take a deep breath. Don't be afraid. We will definitely take you back to the spiritual realm. I will carry you on my back from now on."

Then, Zhou Qingshan picked up Gao Feixue and held her legs tightly with both hands to ensure that she would not slip off his back.

"Don't fall asleep...we're always here."

Mo Yanqiu and Zhou Qingshan kept reminding her with gentle words, like a beam of warm light, trying to dispel the haze in her heart.

Gao Feixue smelled the rich and soothing scent emanating from the boy, a unique fragrance that was a mixture of sweat and natural scent.

Quietly feeling the warmth coming from the boy.

Gao Feixue gently pressed her face against his back, closed her eyes, and listened to his heartbeat and heavy breathing.

She seemed to be less afraid in her heart and her body stopped shaking.

After half an hour's trek.

The three finally arrived at the place where Mo Yanqiu had killed the invading human ghost before. It was not far from Shengfeng Territory.

A quarter of an hour ago, Gao Feixue could no longer hear the two people talking, and her sense of touch continued to decline, making her world increasingly blurred and isolated.

However, at this moment, even though the warm atmosphere, breathing and sound gradually faded away, and even the slightest sense of bumps could no longer be felt, I inexplicably felt safe and secure in my heart.

Mo Yanqiu stopped here and looked back at Zhou Qingshan, who was almost exhausted.

"Yan Qiu, I can't do it anymore."

Zhou Qingshan was panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, soaking his clothes:

"In the next five miles, there will be at least two incoming human ghosts. We will have to face attacks from hundreds of human ghosts at the same time. Whoosh... even..."

"There may even be ghosts from the Xiong family's spiritual realm..."

(End of this chapter)