The boat was soon swallowed by the fog and sailed into the thick fog, while the few of them had mixed feelings of speculation, uneasiness, and expectation.
The deeper they went, the thicker the fog became, to the point where they couldn't even see their own fingers.
The surroundings were extremely quiet. Even the faint sound of water dripping from the nine Springs Lake could no longer be heard. At this time, a person's five senses were magnified to the extreme.
The few of them could only vaguely tell that the bottom of the boat was silently moving forward.
The thick fog came and wriggled on his face, hair, and collar. It didn't take long for it to turn into cold water vapor and flow down, as if a worm was wriggling past. Wherever it went, it brought a slight itch and pain. Soon, this itch turned into an unbearable feeling, but it made people not dare to reach out and scratch it, which made them feel more depressed and uncomfortable.
