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In the thick fog.

"Sanlang!" The elder brother was covered in cold sweat. He raised his hand tremblingly and put it to his mouth and shouted loudly.

But got no response.

"Sanlang!!"

Erlang wiped the sweat from his forehead and called his brother eagerly and loudly from the side.

"What to do! Saburo is silent!"

Erlang frowned tightly and spoke worriedly and anxiously to his elder brother standing behind him.

"Is something going to happen to him?" Erlang turned his head worriedly and looked behind him.

"Brother...?"

"!" His pupils shrank suddenly and he staggered back two steps.

The eldest brother who was standing behind me.

has disappeared.

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At the foot of the mountain.

The swordsman in black uniform covered his nose and stared dumbly at the thick fog in front of him.

The crow stood on his shoulder, its orange eyes locked on the red soul in the thick fog.

"...It's such a thick fog!"

"Mt. Saagiri...has there ever been such a thick fog before?"

The swordsman in black clothes held the sword at his waist and murmured in horror:

"...Vampire magic?"

"Gah! Don't worry!"

The crow stood on his shoulder and shouted: "I'm here! You won't lose your way, and you won't be attacked by a trap!"

"But...if this fog is poisonous, I can't help! Karma!"

"The other team members are on their way too! Karma!"

“I can’t control that much anymore!!”

The swordsman in black covered the wound on his waist. He gritted his teeth, turned his head and took a deep breath. He held his breath and rushed into the thick fog resolutely!

"Gah!! I haven't breathed in yet!!"

The thick fog surged, and the screams of crows could be heard faintly.

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On the mountainside.

Shang Quannai held the evil ghost's head with his hands and looked at him tenderly.

The evil ghost's withered face was filled with shock.

His two shrunken and withered scarlet eyeballs stared blankly at Shang Quannai, his mouth slightly opened, not daring to move.

——Is this guy... human?

The evil ghost's body was very huge, with a skeletal body lying prone in the thick fog, and its head was held at a right angle by Shang Quannai's hands.

The evil ghost looked at the strange scarlet color in Shang Quannai's eyes, and became more and more frightened!

——I always feel like... I've seen it somewhere before... It looks so scary...!

——I can’t feel that he is standing here...I can’t feel it at all...!!

——Not human!!

——Run! Run!!

The evil ghost put his hands on the ground to support his body and keep his head at a height that could be held by these hands. He was so frightened by instinct that he did not dare to move.

——Otherwise you will die!!

Shang Quannai smiled and leaned down the evil ghost's neck to look at his body hidden in the thick fog.

The huge black skeleton, with a thin layer of skin covering the middle, could not be seen at a glance in the thick fog.

Shang Quannai squinted his eyes, and [Transparent World] instantly opened, and the surrounding dense fog disappeared completely from his field of vision in an instant.

And this so-called huge skeletal ghost also turned into a thin, black, ordinary evil ghost.

Everything is just a deception.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the bone knife on his waist.

But came up empty.

"...Ah, by the way, the bone knife..." Shang Quannai held the evil ghost's head in one hand. He looked down at his empty waist and murmured: "Probably at Ganlu Temple..."

"If I make it again..." Shang Quanna subconsciously touched his thigh, but suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a child sitting next to him.

He turned his head and glanced at Saburo, who was holding the tree and shivering, with tears shining in the corners of his eyes. His hand on his thigh slowly loosened his grip.

——Such a young child...witnessing the process of making bone knives with my own eyes will probably...leave a psychological shadow.

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai pinched the evil spirit's Tianling Cap with his hand, squatted down, gently rubbed Saburo's head, and said softly:

"Don't worry, close your eyes, everything will be fine.

"Uh-huh!!"

Sanlang looked at Shang Quannai who stretched out his hand and trembled with fear. After hearing what he said, he nodded vigorously with trembling and then closed his eyes tightly.

He hugged the tree trunk tightly and remained motionless.

The evil ghost looked at Shang Quannai who was comforting Saburo, and the dry eyeballs in his empty eyes lit up!

——Now! Gotta get out of here!!

--run!!

[Vampire Art·Cloud and Waves]!

A thick fog suddenly filled up under the evil ghost, swallowing him whole!

"...Vampire magic?"

Shang Quannai turned around, and it seemed that because he was holding the evil ghost's head with one hand, the mist slowly climbed up his body.

"...How long has it been...even the ghosts who can use vampire magic have come out..." Shang Quannai murmured in a deep voice. He looked at the clouds in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but become heavy.

A figure in the memory slowly emerged, and Shang Quannai's face became even more gloomy.

Out of curiosity to meet a ghost who knew the art of vampirism for the first time, Shang Quannai squeezed his head tightly without killing him first.

After all, to kill a ghost with bare hands, you have to beat his soul to half a disability, which is very troublesome.

As the evil ghost's expression changed from frightened to horrified, the clouds gradually covered Shang Quannai, who was holding his head.

Finally, the two ghosts disappeared together in front of Saburo.

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for a long time.

Saburo opened his eyes slightly tentatively and looked up tremblingly.

Except for the thick fog, there is nothing else around.

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"Gah! On the left! They suddenly moved!"

The crow shouted, pointing out the location of the swordsman in black who was running in the thick fog.

Because we were in thick fog, we couldn't tell the difference between north, south, east, and west, so we could only identify the location by looking left and right.

"Left side! Got it!" The swordsman in black had a solemn expression. He pulled out the Nichirin sword that had not changed color from his waist, and was ready to fight at any time.

Creaking…

The dry branches on the ground were crushed with one foot.
To be continued...