Su Mo walked face-to-face with a little hesitation and squatted down and asked with a smile, "Who did you listen to that remark just now?"
"Who said that?"
The child tilted his head and blinked his big eyes, which seemed a little confused and said, "I don’t know, but we will all say it."
"Is it a simple nursery rhyme?" Su Mo is thoughtful.
"Big brother, do you want to cultivate immortality?" The child asked again
"Yes," Sumo nodded and smiled and asked, "How do you know?"
The child’s eyes flashed a sly tongue and said, "People like you happen every year, but most of them don’t see the fairy hee hee."
"How can I see it?" Su Mo became interested in teasing the child.
"I don’t know," the child pouted and shook his head.
Su Mowan was just about to get up and leave when a flash of light flashed in his mind. Looking at the child, he asked, "How can I see the misty peak when the fairy tale is looking far away?"
"It’s not easy."
The child proudly praised the Yamba and said, "The fog will be lighter in a few days. You can vaguely see a mountain peak here, but you can’t see it for three days if you miss it."
Su Mo was overjoyed.
If you can see the dimly discernible peak and go straight along the direction of the dimly discernible peak, you will surely reach the foot of the mountain.
Su Mo, of course, doesn’t recognize that it’s only as simple as passing through the fog to worship the dimly discernible peak, but this is before.
Sumo stayed in this village for seven days.
On the seventh day, the fog gradually faded, and a towering mountain peak was looming in the distance.
Su Mo left with all the people in the village and stepped into the fog again.
In the fog, all the senses are reduced to the limit, and the sense of direction is blurred. Sumo feels that he is turning east and west, and sometimes he seems to go back.
Because the fog turns light, you can see the position of distant peaks even in the fog.
Su Mo, regardless of trying to ignore the illusion brought by the senses, walked straight along the mountain peak.
Suddenly!
Deep in the fog, there was a sudden rustle of strange horror, like the sound of a spirit beast walking on the grass
Getting closer!
A faint gamey smell wafted over.
"Huh?"
Su Mo narrowed his eyes and stopped to look in the direction of the sound.
After waiting for a long time, there was no spirit beast.
This feeling is very strange.
Lingjue Sumo did not feel the danger.
But in that direction, there is indeed the sound and smell of animals. The Sumo Cang Lang Mountains were born for a year, and this smell is too familiar to be wrong.
"eccentric"
Sue ink gently nan a move on.
"Hey!"
It wasn’t long before a roaring tiger suddenly came in front, and the breath was deafening. It can be seen that this beast is powerful, and it may be the demon level!
Sue ink frowned.
Supposedly, there is a powerful spirit beast or spirit demon in front. Su Mo should have noticed the danger with the spirit sleep.
But the strangeness is the spirit’s reaction, while the five senses repeatedly perceive danger.
There are two possibilities for this situation.
The fog around can either deceive Su Mo’s consciousness or confuse his five senses.
The answer is obvious.
These means are not to scare off some people who want to cultivate immortality but are not strong-willed
What’s the roar of tigers and what’s the blood smell is not a deceptive means.
Want to know this fog, Su Mo smiled and ignored all kinds of movements around him and walked towards the depths of the fog.
In any case, fog can confuse a person with five senses, and such means are high enough.
If Su Mo didn’t have a spiritual consciousness, he must have been scared and cautious all the way.