Wu Mian's eyes flashed, and the scene in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes. The original position he was in an instant became a place filled with thick fog. Gui Bugui and the monsters who were around him didn't know where to go, but he seemed to be the only one in this place covered by fog. In the fog, Wu Mian's eyes were only more than ten feet away. Even if the white-haired man used the power of the seeds, there was no progress at all. Instead, Wu Mian had a faint feeling that the fog restrained the power of the seeds, which made him feel a little uncomfortable in the fog.

If it were Gui Bugui or Bai Wuqiu, they had already started calling for help at this time. However, Wu Mian's temperament would never ask for help. At that moment, he first turned around in the same place, and then released a huge fireball towards the sky.

After the big fireball flew to a height of more than twenty meters, it began to slowly descend. If a monk nearby saw the fireball flying, there would definitely be a club to respond. Even if he could not fireball, he could at least shout a warning. However, he had been completely extinguished and did not wait for someone to respond. In desperation, Wu Mian could only continue walking in the fog alone.

Every time he walked three or five hundred feet away, he fired a fireball into the sky. He waited until the fireball was completely extinguished before he continued to move forward. After walking about three or five hundred feet away, he continued to fireball into the sky.

I don’t know how long he had walked, but Wu Mian not only didn’t see anyone, but he had never seen a tree, a grass or even a stone. It seemed that there was only fog left besides him, but the white-haired man still did not give up. He continued to move forward while laying a fireball into the sky. As long as he continued to move forward, he would have the chance to see other people.

In this way, Wu Mian continued to move forward because he could not calculate the time without any reference. However, he had been away for at least ten days, and compared to the tired white-haired man, he could not bear the hunger. Relying on his immortal body, Wu Mian would have been starved to death long ago.

Now Wu Mian can understand why Ya Zi just escaped and starved to death. If he could get out of here now, he would almost eat two sheep. There was no mirror by his side, but Wu Mian could also feel that he had lost a lot of weight. If he continued to walk like this, he would not know if the white-haired man would eventually become a walking bone-shaped man.

Fortunately, Wu Mian's magic was not affected by hunger, so he still released a fireball every time he walked a distance, although it seemed that he would never get a response.

Just when Wu Mian had a premonition that he was going to be trapped here, the fireball he released finally responded. When the white-haired man had no idea how many times, a scream suddenly sounded from afar: "Someone! I'm here... come and save me... It's not me that I'm dead... Are you a ghost in the underworld? Come, take me away, can you give me some food first? If you don't have it, give me a bowl of Mengpo soup, and have a bowl of thick..."

I walked over with the sound of my speech, and after walking for a long time, I saw a thin man lying in the place where I was talking. If it weren't for the words I said, the white rice man would definitely not recognize this thin man, he would be a disciple of the great sorcerer Xi Yingzhen, the fat Zhang Song...

Now Zhang Song seems to have become a different person. The fat man who was originally two or three hundred pounds now looks at only six or seventy pounds at most. He is so thin that he has lost his appearance. His originally chubby face is quickly thinning, and the skin on both sides of his cheeks is clanging, looking at it indescribable.

At this time, Zhang Song was lying on the ground, looking at the white-haired man walking toward him weakly. He was a little disappointed when he saw that the person coming was not a ghost in the underworld. He said to Wu Mian weakly: "Hey... Originally, the old guy Gui Bugui and that old guy were my last hope. Since you came in, he shouldn't have escaped, right?"

"Get up and go together, sooner or later you will see that old guy." While speaking, Wu Mian rarely stretched out his hand, trying to pull Zhang Song out.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Song just glanced at Wu Mian's hand that came over. Then shook his head weakly and said, "I won't go anywhere... I'll die here if I die. Or you give me a steamed bun, or you will kill me directly..."

"Kill you?" Wu Mian looked up and down and smiled in his unique way. Then he continued to say to Zhang Song who was still moving: "It's like eating you... After eating you, maybe I can find a way out."

As soon as Wu Mian said this, Zhang Song shivered with excitement. The man seemed to have never joked with him. Seeing his skinny appearance, he might really have the idea of ​​slapping himself in this body. Zhang Song suddenly turned over and stood up. He continued to say to Wu Mian with a smile: "I just want to cheat a steamed bun. Since you don't carry it on your body, you still have to follow you. Wu Mian, you don't know. I've been looking forward to a living person for many days. God has taken care of him, and after so many days, I finally hoped for you..."

While talking, Zhang Song followed Wu Mian staggeringly. The two of them kept moving forward, and Wu Mian continued to throw fireballs into the sky. In the gap where the fireballs were throwing, the white-haired man asked Fatty Zhang how he got here.

Zhang Song sighed helplessly and continued, "Anyway, you are not afraid of embarrassing me. After we two groups of people separated, the great sorcerer and I continued to look for the whereabouts of the mastermind behind the scenes. I accompanied him to investigate Luoyang City. At that time, I heard that more than a dozen Persian girls came from the brothel in the city. The great sorcerer of our family was going to check wherever we were looking in the brothel. He checked in the brothel for a night, but he didn't see him out the next day. Later, Jia Zhong and Taotie went in to invite him. They both entered the Persian girl's boudoir and did not see him out. At that time, I realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape and report to you. Who would have thought that that person was even more extraordinary, and he set up a formation on the bustling streets. I walked out of the brothel and arrived here... I don't know how long it took, and I couldn't die without food or drink..."

The last sentence woke Wu Mian up. He glanced at Zhang Song and said, "I can't die? How do you say this..."

"Zhang Song, I lived to this day by taking over the body. I didn't eat or drink for so long. This skin bag should have been abandoned. But it is still good." When I said this, Zhang Song saw sweat on his forehead. After changing his breath, he continued: "Later I realized that although this formation is amazing, it was not designed for murder. Even if the person locked up inside is not an immortal person like you, he will not die of hunger or thirst. It would be better to say that it is a formation, it is better to say that it is a prison."

After hearing Zhang Song's words, Wu Mian had a new understanding of the formation. Although he was a cold-faced person and didn't like to talk much, he finally saw a living person and the white-haired man began to talk more and more. After Zhang Song finished speaking, he also briefly said the matter of Ya Zi being found. Zhang Song was stunned: "Do you mean Ya Zi was once locked up here? Did it find its own way out and escape?"

"When you see Yazi in the future, ask it yourself." Wu Mian called Zhang Song a little and said, "I'll tell you another good news. In addition to me, Guibugui and others have also come in. Now if someone wants someone to save us from outside, then there is only Xu Fu on the sea."

The expression on Zhang Song's face was even worse than crying. Just as he was about to ask what Wu Mian and the others were talking, he suddenly saw a fireball flying up from the ground in the distance. After seeing the fireball, Zhang Song's expression immediately became hopeful: "Let's go over... Maybe the people over there brought steamed buns when they came in..."
Chapter completed!