Huang Xiaolong and Ying Aoshan, hand in hand, ventured into the poisonous fog.
In the lingering rays of the setting sun, the dense white fog reeked of a rotten and sour smell, limiting visibility to just about ten meters around them.
"Little Long, we should be able to cross this barrier of poisonous fog and reach the ancestral land of the Ying Family in about half an hour," Ying Aoshan whispered into Huang Xiaolong's ear.
Huang Xiaolong grinned and nodded. After ingesting the antidote fruit, his body emitted a scent similar to fishwort, which remarkably repelled the poisonous fog, preventing it from touching him.
Huang Xiaolong saw several skeletons scattered across the ground.
Some were humans, others were of wild beasts. Evidently, all had accidentally entered the poisonous fog and succumbed to it, leaving behind only horrifying skeletal remains.
