"Ah!" She shrieked.
"Yan Yan, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Jian was taken aback and hurriedly asked.
"I think I smelled something." Wang Yan said.
Zhang Jian sniffed carefully, but apart from the fog, there was really nothing to smell.
"Don't worry, these things are just mists."
Wang Yan shook his head and said, "No, it's definitely not that simple." She said she continued to smell, but found nothing.
"I know what you're worried about, let's find a place to rest first!"
"Okay, let's find a place to rest first!"
"Good!" Zhang Jian nodded, and the three of them quickly ran forward.
As they ran, Zhang Jian suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the fog around them was getting thicker and thicker.
Zhao Juan also felt something strange, "Zhang Jian, let's stop."
Zhang Jian nodded, and the three of them stood still at the same time.
"What's going on? Why is the fog around us getting bigger and bigger?"
