Chapter 236 The Nemesis of the Thick Mist

Moreover, Feifan and Feng were naturally afraid of the fog behind him and ran forward. At first, Feifan still felt that the light mass floating in the air was moving forward too fast. At this time, he couldn't help feeling that the thing was really too slow. After a while, the two had run under the light ball.

"Your little spell is not as fast as ours." Kuang Feifan raised his voice and said.

Fengtian is also helpless. Obviously, the speed of the small light mass looking for the car is not controlled by him.

"You have so many babies, isn't there anything that can be used?" Moreover, Feifan saw that there was nothing he could do about it, and asked again.

"Do you have time for me to look for it? This unlucky place requires time and no place. The right time and place are not suitable for me to play. The windy weather said angrily.

"Uh..."

Suddenly, Fengtian ran and asked carefully, "Do you think we think too much? What if the fog only prevents the light from spreading and won't hurt us?

Kuang Feifan was stunned for a moment and then said, "Even if there is no harm, we can't go in. Aren't we more determined to die without light?"

Feng Tian couldn't help laughing a few times, and he wondered whether his intelligence had decreased after coming in.

With the help of the light of the flashlight, the two run and don't worry about other ghosts in front of them. At least those things that look tangible and qualitative are easier to do than the invisible fog behind. At this time, they also give up and continue to follow the light ball. Fengtian means that the light mass can continue to make it anyway. Come out and avoid the fog first.

In fact, the two just ran forward with a stuffy head and didn't have the courage to look back. The light floating in mid-air had fallen behind them. I don't know if they were swallowed up by the fog.

Now their only worry is that the fog does not only appear from behind. If there is fog in all directions, they really don't know if there is any way to escape from this "ghost place".

But after all, people's physical strength is limited, and the extraordinary situation is better. Although Fengtian also exercises, it can only be regarded as fitness at most. Compared with the physical training received at the beginning, the difference is naturally not a star.

After running for a period of time, Fengtian felt that his physical endurance was about to reach the limit. His lungs seemed to explode, and his whole body seemed to be weak. His legs began to weaken, and his extraordinary back, which was still running in front of him, was also blurred.

He raised his hand helplessly and touched the situation, and then knelt directly on the ground. In addition to gasping, he could hardly say a word.

Obviously, for Fengtian, he is ready to give up. Even if he is swallowed by the fog, he is not going to run away.

Bang Feifan felt that Fengtian touched him. When he turned around, he saw him kneeling on the ground and holding his thighs, looking like he was almost out of breath.

In fact, he also didn't feel well. He turned his head to pull Fengtian up, but he stretched out his hand a few times and found that he had almost no strength. The possibility of pulling Fengtian to run together basically non-existent.

It was only in this last case. Moreover, he raised his flashlight and looked back. Obviously, the fog chasing behind him did not disappear, but it was a little far away from them. The light of the flashlight was faintly dissipated in the farthest place. However, according to the speed of light weakening, it won't be long before the fog It will reach them.

Moreover, Feifan looked at the situation of the wind and the sky, and then looked at the distance. His teeth were clenched. I don't know if he was facing a dangerous moment. The previous depression had disappeared and was replaced by inexplicable annoyance. Since entering the space, the two can be said to be quite lucky. , it can also be said to be extremely unlucky. You need to be frightened from time to time, and every move is shocking. Now it is better to let go than to close your eyes and wait for death.

But Feifan did not rush directly because of the emotional influence. He fought with the fog with his bare hands, or plunged into the fog and tried the rosary tube again.

He subconsciously looked left and right, trying to find a guy, but when he saw the bag on Fengtian's shoulder, he reached out and pulled the bag off his body.

At this time, the wind genius can't control what he wants to do. He just wants to lie on the ground and calm down.

What's more, he knelt on one leg, put the flashlight on the ground, and began to check the things in the Fengtian bag, but as far as he knew, he didn't know the bottles and cans in the bag. Looking at Fengtian, his breath was obviously not breathing well.

The fog, the wind and the satrap looked between the three. Finally, I simply stretched out my hand and casually took out a bottle and looked at the inside. It was full of powder. I held the bottle and walked a few steps to meet the fog, estimated the distance and threw the bottle away.

He just twisted the cap of the bottle. At this time, the open bottle rolled several times in the air and sank into the fog. In the faint flashlight, he could see the edge of the fog rolling, but after the bottle was thrown in, he did not see any change in the fog.

Moreover, he turned around and took out a few bottles. No matter what it was, he unscrewed the lid and continued to throw it into the fog.

After throwing out more than a dozen bottles, I couldn't see any effect. Moreover, I couldn't help but be a little impatient and couldn't wait to throw the whole bag over to see if there was anything that could stop the fog from spreading.

At this moment, Feng Tian rushed over, grabbed the extraordinary hand, and tried to squeeze out a sentence: "Please, don't throw it away. There are a lot of difficult things in it."

What's more, he felt extremely discouraged. Seeing that there was still a bottle in his hand, he released his hand holding the bag, broke free from the hand that grabbed his wrist, stood up a few steps forward, and threw the last bottle over.

I vaguely heard a "pop" after the bottle landed. What's more, Feifan didn't expect any effect. Unexpectedly, shortly after the bottle was thrown in, the fog rolled violently from the inside out.

The extraordinary situation is stunned. Does it work? He hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Come on, what's in that bottle?"

Although Fengtian didn't see the change of fog, he listened to the rapid tone and realized that something must have happened, but he didn't notice what bottle was holding in his other hand just now. He couldn't help shouting, "I don't know what you threw at?" What does it look like?"

"Uh, oval, the inside is **, as thick as the top and bottom, and can be held in one hand, like plastic, a little soft, but it seems to be broken when thrown on the ground..." Moreover, he tried to recall the appearance of the bottle and described.

"Are you... sure?" The wind is a little surprised.

Kuang Fei looked back at him and nodded hesitantly.

Feng Tian gritted his teeth, turned over from the bag, found a bottle as he described, reached out and handed it over, and said, "There is only one bottle left. If it works, we can only try to recreate it quickly."

Bang Feifan didn't ask in detail. He took it and turned to the fog a few steps forward, calculated the distance, opened the cover and splashed ** inside.

I don't know if it was his illusion. After seeing the ** sprinkled into the fog in the air, he saw ** come into contact with the fog. It seemed that the edge of the fog shrank quickly because of ** approaching. When ** splashed into the fog, the fog couldn't help rolling and surging.

He doesn't know that his eyes are dazzle, and he always feels that after touching **, the thick fog tends to fade.

Whether it works or not, Feifan decided to fight this one. He ran back to Fengtian's side, pulled him up and asked, "What is that **? How to make it?

Fengtian blinked and licked his lips, and then said, "There is no need to make it, it depends on whether you have it or not."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense. What is that?"

"Urine..."