"There are yin and yang outside, and heaven and earth inside, which is interesting." Han Sanqian smiled lightly.

In the next second, without talking nonsense, he continued to walk inside.

After another moment, Han Sanqian stopped in a relatively sparse place with light shining into the jungle, then broke off a small branch, stuck it in the ground, and then propped up a small triangle next to it.

He observed for a while, and after the light and shadow reflected on Sanjiao's body gradually shifted from the light that came in, Han Sanqian turned his body and set off towards the other side into the woods.

In fact, relying on memory alone, Han Sanqian's current direction should be walking to the left and rear, so subconsciously, if he follows this direction, Han Sanqian will walk out of this jungle and foggy area in a short time.

But would Han Sanqian be such a fool?

Obviously, not.

Although there is no sun and moon here, there is a universe after all, and if there is a universe, there must be yin and yang, there must be up and down, and there must be eight.

Using light to discern direction is Han Sanqian's opinion the safest way to find direction in such a scene full of illusions.

Relying on intuition alone is bound to be wrong, and relying on memory alone is bound to be confused.

Because just like what the Taoist said when he got his heavenly eye, the human heart is made of flesh, and naturally there will be errors in seeing something because of this.

Regardless of whether this error is intentional or unintentional.

Only the real facts are iron-like truths, which cannot tolerate any rebuttals or doubts.

Therefore, Han Sanqian believed in Guang's judgment.

After a while, Han Sanqian, who was heading towards the left back, stopped...

In front of him was a pitch-black open area like a cemetery.

Compared with the previous jungle, the terrain here is flat and there are no densely packed trees around here. There are only a few here and there, but the ground is full of fallen leaves. Looking around, the road is full of desolation.

The fog is very thick, but it is almost only condensed in mid-air. The height of about one meter does not affect people's slow walking, but it also prevents people from further sight range and action space.

Han Sanqian walked in slowly, stepping on the fallen leaves, making a faint rustling sound.

He looked around, and there seemed to be no movement around.

Just like that, he walked about a hundred meters deeper, and suddenly, the strange breath began to become stronger and stronger.

"call!"

Suddenly, after passing through a layer of mist, a big face suddenly appeared in front of him. The face was quite burly, not scary, but because of its sudden appearance, it made Han Sanqian feel a little bit of a feint.

And almost at the moment when Han Sanqian was in a daze, and before Han Sanqian could react, the eyes of that big face suddenly released a strong sense of fear, and the next second, he turned his head and ran into the mist go.

Han Sanqian was a bit puzzled by the monk who was two feet tall. What's going on?

Normally speaking, I should be afraid, and besides, I should be the one who ran away...why, why...he ran away?

What the hell is going on? !

Of course, this is not over, or just the beginning.

Before Han Sanqian could regain his composure, another human face suddenly appeared next to his left hand.

When he saw Han Sanqian, it was obvious that his face was almost the same as before. He was stunned for a moment, then terrified, and then fled in despair the next second. JrNovels.com