Higher Human Advancement Regulations

Shengkai sensed the danger from her side as soon as she heard the sound.

The voice was too close to come from the first floor.

There was the sound of sticks breaking through the wind in the air, Shengkai made a decisive decision, quickly lowered his body, rolled a few times on the ground, and hid under the table relying on body memory.

Someone struck the table with an axe, and with a bang, the objects on the table rang and clanged.

Blooming's sight was pitch black, and he could barely determine the direction of the person coming from the sound.

Normal people suddenly lose their eyesight. Although there is an option to listen to the sound to distinguish the position, it is still difficult to distinguish the specific direction of the moving object by the sound alone without training.

Blooming, however, miraculously heard it very clearly.

The gunshots downstairs, Wen Renxiao's shouts, and the panting sound from close at hand, all of which came to Shengkai's ears without a single sound.

It seems to have been trained as an instinct.

Suddenly, a low laugh came from behind his ear.

Sheng's heart shuddered, he pulled Tang Dao out of the cursor, and turned around to strike.

But this predictable movement seemed slow-motion in the eyes of the visitor. He easily blocked the blade with the body of the axe, and then grabbed the blooming neck with the other hand.

The strength in these hands was enormous, and the bloom was pushed down by inertia, and the shoulder blades hit the corner of the table violently, causing him to feel dizzy from the pain.

Immediately afterwards, the air in the lungs was gradually drawn away, and Shengkai could only raise his head, trying to slow down the rhythm of breathing.

A hoarse male voice sounded slowly from above his head:

"Andrew betrayed us, he deserves to die."

Blossom grabbed the man's arm in the chaos, but was shivered by the cold temperature.

He opened his mouth, and the only clarity left in his mind made him ask:

"Andrew...

who is it……"

The male voice sneered, and whispered in Shengkai's ear:

"Andrew, it's you."

The moment the voice fell, the man's five fingers tightened suddenly, vowing to put Blossom to death.

The sounds from the outside world gradually blurred, and Shenghua was forced to a dead end.

Half awake and half asleep, I seemed to hear someone shouting anxiously.

The surrounding scenery is like a faded old photo, with many gray spots, and the tide-like darkness is rushing towards the spots. Everything is dead, but the spots are more dazzling, like the only blooming lamp in the cold night...

and many more.

Shengkai opened his eyes suddenly, and the air scrambled into his lungs, choking him to cough again and again.

The dazzling sun hangs high in the sky, the mountains are not foggy, and they are so green that they seem to squeeze out all the green in spring.

The jungle was deep, and the towering trees cast many dappled shadows on the roadless ground.

He was pillowing on Nie Zheng's lap, and when he came back to his senses, he heard the young man let out a sigh of relief.

"you're awake!"

Yan Sichao was also standing beside him, seeing that Shengkai had woken up, he hurried over.

Shenghua propped up his arms and sat up slowly.

Seeing Shengkai's confused expression, Nie Zheng was a bit slow to react, and immediately taunted:

"Silly?"

At this time, Shengkai was really confused, not far from being stupid, and asked ignorantly:

"Where is this?"

Nie Zheng supported Shengkai's crumbling body, pointed behind him, and said:

"Swan Lake Manor."

Blooming turned around and saw a small pond not far from him. On the other side of the pond, a three-person-high wishing pond could be vaguely seen. Water was flowing out between the jagged stones and finally gathered in the pond. .

The plants and trees here, the nearby wishing pool, and the house with a promenade in the distance have not changed from before.

The only difference is that the Day of Eternal Night has been broken.

Its daybreak.

Bloom pinches the space between her eyebrows:

"What happened to me just now?"

"We were attacked by the souls of those girls. Fortunately, we met other people, or we would die."

Nie Zheng paused, and added, "You were the last one to wake up."

The blooming action stopped.

His memory went back to the time when he first left the Swan Lake Manor, those ghosts floating in mid-air followed and disappeared without any rules, and weapons from the outside world could not hurt them at all.

He seems to remember...

He was attacked by a ghost, and before he could react, he was rescued by Wen Renxiao who just appeared.

So it was a phantom he made up?

Nie Zheng looked at Blossom for a while, saw his complexion was pale, and his eyes were full of complicated emotions, so he couldn't help but asked worriedly:

"Little flower, are you alright?"

"fine."

Shengkai shook his head, and there was a faint voice in his heart warning him that things were not so simple, but this voice was like a stone thrown into the sea, causing a circle of waves, and then disappeared in an instant.

Yan Sichao, who watched for a while, blinked:

"Little handsome boy, it's time to get up."

Shengkai stood up slowly, and saw three strong men walking out from the depths of the jungle.

Each of them had a battle ax that reached to the ground, and each had a sword hanging from their waists.

Half of his body is covered with thick armor, but this armor is old and creaks when he walks.

One of them was blond with a beard longer than his hair.

He walked in the front and looked at Blooming in surprise:

"This friend of yours is a man?"

Nie Zheng glanced at the blooming long skirt and ear-level hair, and nodded hesitantly.

Immediately before Shengkai kicked over, he hurriedly introduced:

"They are hunters who live near Swan Lake, and they happened to meet us while hunting."

The blond man is called Donald, and the other two look like Donald's entourage, one is blond and blue-eyed, named Aaron; the other is thin, but hale and hearty, and calls himself Lake.

Donald said:

"How come you are here?"

Nie Zheng:

"We originally wanted to pass through the thorn forest, but we were blocked by a group of ghosts."

"Ugh."

Donald sighed, "These strange ghosts have existed for hundreds of years. When my grandfather was around, he often told us not to approach that manor."

Shengkai quietly looked at the blond-haired man in the lead, and suddenly asked:

"Do you know Andrew?"

The hunters all shook their heads.

Several people took advantage of the opportunity to chat back and forth.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the forest, which was still clear just now, was suddenly blocked by a few huge dark clouds.

There is continuous mist seeping slowly from the roots of the trees. The mist is so thick that it looks like white smoke from burning objects.

Donald took a look, and his expression changed.

He greeted Aaron and Lake to go back to their hut first, and then said to the blooming three:

"The fog in the forest is evil, if you don't want to die, come back with us."

The three of them looked at each other, and unanimously decided to follow them first.

On the way back, the mist surrounding the roots of the trees had already climbed halfway up. Donald held the battle ax in front of him with one hand, and took out a lamp from the cowhide bag with the other hand. The wick was already damp, but he didn't know how to use it. Somehow, after fiddled with it a few times, the flames lit up.

Shengkai suddenly felt something warm in his chest.

He lowered his head, and saw a pocket watch with delicate patterns hanging on his chest.

He raised his pocket watch suspiciously and observed it for a while.

Where did this thing come from?

But before Shenghua had time to think about it, Donald's exclamation interrupted her thoughts.

In the dense mist, a bunch of black hair protruded from nowhere, and it was tightly wrapped around Lake's ankle.

His figure was the thinnest among the few, and the unknown creature hidden in the mist might have spotted this and wanted to drag Lake away.

The roar of a giant beast seemed to sound in the mist.

With a roar, Donald raised his ax and chopped off the bundle of hairs, speaking quickly:

"quick!

Aaron, take them away! "

Lake's ankles were ringed with blisters, some so red and swollen that they were beginning to rot.

Donald picked him up and stumbled behind everyone.

The hut where the hunters lived soon appeared in everyone's sight. They were in a mess and staggered, but they reached the house safely.

As soon as the door closed, Donald slid down the corner of the wall and sat down.

Several people were still in shock, and Nie Zheng asked while panting heavily:

"What it is?"

Donald shook his head and said after a while:

"The unique unicorns in the Thorn Forest feed on humans, and often sneak attacks on humans when the mist rises."

According to Donald, there is a fog here every four months, and the fog will cover the entire forest into an isolated area for ten days.

At this time, the aboriginal unicorns in the forest will come out to hunt.

The unicorns here do not bring good luck to people as in the legend, but are comparable to demons.

Some hunters have seen its horns, which are dark red, and it is said that they are covered with human blood.

Fortunately, hunters live here all year round, and the outside of the hut is very safe.

If it wasn't for the sudden arrival of the unicorn this time, Donald would still be able to hunt and kill a few of them on a foggy day.

The unicorn of the Thorn Forest is fierce and bloodthirsty, but its horn is still a rare treasure.

When several people stayed in the room, the fog outside the window seemed to be thicker. If they were quiet, they could still hear the pacing of the unicorn outside the window.

Nie Zheng walked towards Shengkai and said softly:

"Let's look for the exit after the fog clears."

Blooming just lowered its head, as if taking a nap.

It wasn't until Nie Zheng called out several times in succession that he nodded as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The pocket watch on his chest was still heating up, and the heat was transmitted to his skin through his clothes, making him feel very hot and upset.

But he didn't understand where this irritability came from, as if his thoughts were also shrouded in an isolated island by the fog outside the window, and there was nowhere to escape.

After an unknown amount of time, when the fog was about to clear, there was a sudden knock on the door of the hut.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Donald picked up the tomahawk from the corner of the room, walked over a few steps, and pulled the door bolt.

A man with a vague face stood at the door.

Sheng Kai rubbed his eyes, and saw the man's face flicker a few times, and finally a face wearing a helmet appeared.

The visitor was so proud that only a pair of slanted eyes were exposed under the armor. His gaze fell on Donald coolly, and then he turned around in the room.

"Who is the owner of this room?"

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ The unicorn is a private design, there is no such thing as I said.

When I was writing The Mist, I always thought of a disaster film adapted from Stephen King's movie "The Mist" of the same name. It was pretty good, but the ending was so annoying