Chen Mo and his companions wandered around the restricted area for five days, finally finding Qingsong Town.

    According to reason, they were not ordinary people, their footwork far outpaced that of ordinary people. If they were really pressed for time, it would only take them three days to reach Qingsong Town. Unfortunately, after Chen Mo unleashed his devastating punch in the restricted area, he directly became immaterial for three days.

    Deficient in Qi and blood, not only is their physical strength lacking, but their spirit is also not up to par. They rest as they walk, their steps light and unsteady, truly as if they had been drained by alcohol and indulgence.

    Song Qiang and his three companions looked confused, but they did not ask for an explanation. Chen Mo's strength was unparalleled, so whatever he did, there must be a reason for it.

    Qingsong Town is located in the southern part of Hanhai Empire, a must-pass route to Tianlong Dynasty. The small town is known as a thousand-year-old town and is composed of seven villages. The local customs are simple; it is also said to be a picturesque town surrounded by mountains and waters, and anyone passing by cannot help but praise it.

    However, with the arrival of Chen Mo and his companions, what they saw was not beautiful mountains and waters, but a dense white mist. The mist enveloped the entire town, as if veiling this thousand-year-old ancient town with a layer of mysterious gauze.

    "It is said that there has been an invasion of the Blood Demon in Qingsong Town. Every night, someone dies inexplicably within the town...So far, the number of reported deaths has exceeded one hundred. Our headquarters sent us here to investigate the situation. If the situation is true, we can take action first and report afterwards..."

    The purpose of this journey has been memorized by Song Qiang, and his face also grew more serious as he looked at the thick white fog.

    Chen Mo furrowed his brow slightly. The name "Blood Demon" sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't immediately recall why. Nonetheless, the so-called "Blood Demon" had already caused the death of over a hundred people in the town, and it was definitely not a good thing.

    While Chen Mo was traveling with Song Qiang and the others, his purpose was to head south to find someone. He needed to maintain a certain level of strength, so he didn't want to get involved in the affairs of Qingsong Town unless absolutely necessary.

    As long as it can be dragged out, why did he become intangible so easily?

    Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back, about to enter the town, when he saw Song Qiang already standing behind him, one hand resting on the hilt of a sword, looking vigilant. The other three followed suit, hiding behind Song Qiang.

    What a piece of work, are you using me as a shield?

    Chen Mo's lips twitched, "Your people from the Mirror Pavilion are this afraid of death?"

    Hearing this, Song Qiang awkwardly smiled, "We're used to it in the restricted area."

    After saying that, Song Qiang walked in front with the aloof woman, while Chen Mo stood in the middle. The other two pairs followed him cautiously, staying behind him.

    The strength of the Song Qiang group is not strong. The main fighter, Song Qiang, is a seven-level martial artist. The aloof woman's name is Zhao Wen, also a seven-level martial artist. However, in terms of practical experience and strength, she is slightly inferior to Song Qiang.

    In contrast, the two people behind Chen Mo are a demure young girl, Su Keké, an eight-level master, but not a warrior; she is a healer who specializes in curing and can enhance the combat power of her teammates. In short, she is a healer.

    The slacker guy named Sun Qian is an eight-level symbol master, specializing in symbols, which can be described as a skin-fragile support.

    The mist-shrouded town exuded a trace of the eerie, with an extremely quiet atmosphere that gave one the chilling feeling of dread. Chen Mo became vigilant. Suddenly, he felt a soft touch on his arm, 'click'—it turned out to be the healer Su Keké who was too scared and had hugged his arm tightly; there was no harm done.

    'Snap' again, she wrapped her arm around his other arm. The 'skinny support' Sun Qian was vigilant and glanced around, then tightly held onto his arm without letting go.

    Chen Mo: (▼ヘ▼#)

    "You two enough already"

    Chen Mo couldn't help but speak up, turning his head and giving them a glare. "You two are at least people from the Mirror Pavilion. How can you be so cowardly?"

    "While I am indeed from the Mirror Pavilion, in the team, I'm just there to provide support. I'm good at treating injuries, but fighting is out of my league. Teacher said that as healers, when faced with danger, we should retreat as far as possible and never confront enemies head-on. When danger arises, our first priority should be to find a reliable ally..."

    Su Keké softly said.

    "I'm not good at fighting"

    Sun Qian said so with an air of reasonableness, almost pridefully, "I too am someone who assists others. Hiding to save my life is also quite reasonable, isn't it?"

    Chen Mo's lips twitched. What a guy! That's why Song Qiang always looks tired. It turns out he encountered these two porky teammates.

    Chen Mo was escorted by his two incompetent teammates and finally reached their destination. A stone tablet inscribed with 'Qingsong Town' stood at the entrance of a wooden gate. The continuous cluster of buildings exuded an eerie aura, their windows and doors tightly shut as if trying to hide from something extremely terrifying.

    It seemed like they had heard someone's footsteps. From a slightly more luxurious building, through the broken window, a pair of eyes sneakily peered out.

    Click-clack

    In no time, an elderly man in simple long robes, his expression excited, pushed open the door of the somewhat luxurious building and exclaimed, "Your Excellencies from the Mirror Pavilion, you've finally arrived..."

    "Folks, there's no need to hide. The adults from the Mirror Pavilion have arrived. They have come to save our lives."

    The old man shouted excitedly. Before long, the quiet and eerie town suddenly became lively, with people running out of every household. Both men and women, young and old, all ran up to Song Qiang without exception.

    "Excellency, you've finally come. You must uphold justice for us."

    "The Mirror Pavilion's adults, we can't keep living like this. Please save us."

    ……

    There was a commotion, with everyone talking at once. The quiet town suddenly became as bustling as a market. Song Qiang listened in confusion and finally shouted "Quiet!" so loudly that his voice echoed far and wide. The originally noisy crowd was immediately frightened into shutting their mouths.

    "Don't be in a hurry, take your time. If you all say it at once, how am I supposed to know what happened?"

    The elderly man in simple long robes coughed lightly, pushing aside the crowd and walking up to Song Qiang, he said with a calm face: "Let me say it. I am Zheng Ze, the Town Leader of Qingsong Town, in charge of the seven villages around here..."

    Town Leader Zheng Ze recounted the story bit by bit, and Chen Mo and the others also learned about the situation.

    About two weeks ago, the town was suddenly enveloped by this strange mist. At first, they didn't pay much attention to it, but after a few days, they realized something was wrong. The mist not only didn't dissipate but instead became increasingly dense.

    And as the fog thickened, every night, as night fell, the seven villages near Qingsong Town would see someone die without explanation. Their deaths were gruesome beyond belief, their bodies seemingly drained of all blood, leaving behind nothing but a desiccated corpse.

    In just a few days, over a hundred people had died.

    Fear gripped the entire town. Some people couldn't bear the constant danger and chose to flee, but those who ran in the morning would become stiff, dry corpses hanging outside the village gates at night.

    Threats, these are barefaced threats.

    Whoever runs, dies.

    The unknown enemy, the unknown danger, fear covers the entire town, making everyone in the town tightly shut their doors and dare not take a step outside...

    ……

    I'll give you a hint: There have been many events in the era three hundred years later, involving not only the causes of three hundred years, but also those from ten thousand years ago. Therefore, Li Wu Xin did not personally intervene, which has certain external reasons. I will not reveal too much here. (˘⌣˘)ʃ

    In summary, in the second volume, I have buried many foreshadows and tried to make the plot more exciting (*^ω^*)

    In the end, I'll make one last request for a gift (χ▽χ) Best wishes to all you kind-hearted people.