Although the sky is bright, there is still a faint white mist floating in the mountains. The three walked in the fog for nearly an hour, and Mu Xiyun and Su Yanjun stopped at the same time.

"Maze." Mu Xiyun said.

"Well, before a stick of incense, we have already started to repeat the road."

Gu Shun frowned and asked, "A ghost hit the wall?"

"Forget it," Su Yanjun said, "but it's more sophisticated than the usual maze, as if trying to prevent people from getting close."

"The drunkard from Zhang's family once said that he encountered ghosts hitting the wall in the mountains." Gu Shun pondered: "It is said that after a long time in the mountains, he finally fell to the ground tired. When he woke up after drinking, he found himself Lying by the road at the foot of the mountain. But not many people believe this, and they all think that he was drunk and talking nonsense."

Now that he knew that he had fallen into a maze, the next path would not be difficult for the two disciples of Mo Yunshan. Su Yanjun squeezed the seal in his hand and took the lead in walking in front, while Mu Xiyuan concentrated on perceiving the guidance of the maze. After a while, the three walked out of the fog and stopped beside a dense grass.

It was a strange white grass, and when you got closer, you could see that the grass was still green, even a delicate green, but on top of each grass stem, there was a bunch of snow-white flowers. The flower is oddly shaped, like a small white snake, twisting toward the sky.

In the center of the grass is a large camphor tree, the crown of which is like a giant umbrella, covering a radius of dozens of feet. Below the trunk, there is a wide tree hole. don't know when it was formed, but strangely it didn't interfere with the growth of the tree.

Inside the tree hole was a small incense case covered with a thick layer of ash. The two red candles had been burnt out, and the melted wax, like two big pools of red tears, was sadly left on the desk. Food was supposed to be served on the table before, but after a long time, it was no longer known what animal ate it. Behind the incense table is a small statue of a god.

Su Yanjun scrutinized the statue carefully, and asked slowly, "What kind of god is being offered here?"

It's no wonder Junzijian couldn't recognize it for a while, the statue was indeed crudely carved, just a stone hastily carved its shape. The face of the stone statue is like a stone cone, and the eyes are slender, with a hint of terrifying bewitching.

Gu Shun stepped forward and looked at it carefully. He also felt strange. He blurted out and said, "Is this stone statue engraved with Huang Daxian or Foxxian?"

"It should be a fox," Mu Xiyuan said, "but if it's not a fairy, it needs to be discussed."

"Why are you so sure?" Gu Shun was a little strange. He himself is a native of Evian Town, and he has worked in the yamen for more than ten years, but he has never heard that there are people worshipping the fox fairy on this mountain.

Mu Xiyuan explained with a smile: "I also heard that about a hundred years ago, there was a fox demon in Evian Town, which was cultivated by himself, and he never committed a killing ban, so Moyunshan has never In order to feel sorry for him. The villagers knew about his magical powers, so they built a shrine to worship him. However, more than 50 years ago, the fox demon disappeared because of some things. This shrine must have been left over from that time."

Although Su Yanjun and Gu Shun still had doubts, they had nothing to say. Su Yanjun took a deep look at Mu Xiyuan, the legend could not refute, but why was he so determined?

Gu Shun, out of the habit of catching fast cases, had already moved closer and carefully looked at the small shrine several times. Suddenly, he paused and greeted the two of them: "There is a palm print here!"

On the table foot of the incense table, there is half a palm print obliquely printed on the thick dust. The palm print is not large, roughly similar to the palm of the young man. Maybe it was because he finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground, maybe because he was too tired to rest against the tree here, but how could he have imagined that he would be bled and lose his life soon?

"Continue to move forward," Gu Shun said, "at least it means that there is no problem with our current direction."

The group continued to move forward. There was no road in the forest. The woods and shrubs stretched in all directions, like a cluster of arms extending everywhere, to leave those who walked in it forever.

There was no one in the mountains, only the breeze blew the leaves, and occasionally a bird chirped, which made the mountains and forests more quiet, amplifying the footsteps of the three people, and people couldn't help but hold their breath. Su Yanjun, who was walking in front, was about to step over a big rock, but he paused slightly for some reason, but he immediately raised his legs, kept the speed just now, and made a secret gesture to Mu Xiyun with his right hand. Mu Xiyun immediately understood and secretly focused.

Sure enough, in addition to the footsteps of the three, there was a slight rustling sound, which came from not far from the left.

The two slowly slowed down their steps.

Gu Shun hadn't noticed the abnormality yet, but when he saw the two of them slow down, he stopped immediately. Just as he was about to be questioned, suddenly, a red figure suddenly swept away from the side, passing through the gap between the three.

Su Yanjun and Mu Xiyun immediately followed.

Hong Ying is not tall and slender, running and jumping in the forest very agilely. The forest was unable to control the sword, and the hidden weapon could not be activated, so the three of them had no choice but to chase after him. Suddenly he ran out of the woods.

The road to the top of the mountain was even narrower. After turning around a huge rock, Su Yanjun, who was running at the front, suddenly stopped, and Mu Xiyun was also surprised.

In front of you is a cliff.

The red figure, like the mist in the mountains, disappeared without a trace.

Gu Shun was still panting, his face turned pale.If it wasn't for Mu Xiyun holding him just now, he might have fallen off the cliff now.

After finally breathing out, he stretched out his head and looked beyond the cliff, only to see that the rocks were exposed and the vegetation was not growing, as if there was an ancient divine sword that split the mountain in half.On the opposite side of the cliff is the other side of the mountain, the width of the cliffs on both sides is hundreds of feet wide, and there is a faint sound of water at the bottom of the cliff.There was absolutely no way that person just jumped over this cliff.