Yun Chujiu made a mark on the bluestone under her feet and walked in the direction that she thought was a straight line.
An hour later, she was shocked to see the mark under her feet.
Did she meet a Ghost?
Of course, Yun Chujiu knew that it was because of the fog. Her eyes could not adjust the direction and there was no other reference, so she instinctively circled around.
The fog was very strange. It was even thicker than the fog outside the totem territory. Even the night light could only illuminate a very small area.
Hei xinjiu blinked her eyes. If she could not solve the fog, it would be useless even if she walked for three days and three nights.
Just as she was thinking, she felt a sharp pain on her scalp. F * ck, something was pulling her hair again!
She quickly put on the totem armor. Just as she put it on, her helmet was hit by something. A crisp sound was heard, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.
