Above the gray fog

During the flight, Lin Shan discovered that the characteristics of half-life and half-death can be seen everywhere here. Some trees are half lush and leafy, while the other half is withered and dead. Some flowers are blooming and withering at the same time. One end of the vine is full of fruits, while the other end is covered with thorns.

The river flows in a winding way, one side of the river is clear and the other side is turbid.

Lin Shan followed the trajectory of the light ball and flew at an astonishing speed.

The light ball was consciously guiding him. Whenever he slowed down a little, the light ball would also slow down accordingly.

Suddenly, a piercing cry cut through the sky.

Lin Shan alertly released his perception and saw a huge, three-headed strange bird flying at a high speed from a distance.

Each head of this strange bird has a sharp beak and eyes flashing with greedy light, and its wings are more than ten meters wide when spread out.

The target of the strange bird is not him, but the light ball passing in front.

It seems that the light ball is about to be swallowed by one of the heads.

A colorful bullet was fired from the muzzle, accurately hitting the neck of the strange bird.

In an instant, the strong power of ice spread out, freezing the three heads of the strange bird together.

The strange bird lost its balance and began to fall.

The falling strange bird quickly broke free from the shackles of ice and roared at Lin Shan angrily.

The three heads had clear division of labor. One head next to it sprayed hot flames at Lin Shan, while the other two continued to chase the light ball.

‘Nifa’ fired several colorful bullets, and the flames and ice intertwined in the air, rising a huge mist.

Seeing the strange bird approaching the light ball again, Lin Shan decisively took out the horizontal knife, shook his wrist lightly, and the blade drew an elegant arc in the air.

In an instant, countless tiny blades detached from the handle like a group of silver butterflies, forming a shining galaxy in the air.

These blades pierced the neck of the strange bird one after another, leaving dense wounds, and blood fell like red raindrops.

The huge impact force caused the strange bird's head to tilt back suddenly, and the originally open beak deviated from the predetermined trajectory, allowing the light ball to escape again.

The strange bird let out a deafening and shrill cry, shaking its wings in pain.

Its originally fierce eyes were now filled with fear, and it dared not act rashly again.

Finally, it flapped its wings with all its strength, staggered and flew away, and soon disappeared at the end of the skyline.

Lin Shan breathed a sigh of relief, and the silver blade was pulled by an invisible force, and it returned to the handle piece by piece accurately, and reassembled into a complete horizontal sword.

He caught up with the mysterious ball of light again, and after flying for a while, the ball of light suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Lin Shan instinctively thought that he had encountered some trouble again, and observed his surroundings vigilantly.

The next moment, he found that the ball of light began to wander in the void with a peculiar rhythm, and the light traces left gradually intertwined into complex patterns, combining into a huge ritual formation.

The pattern of the formation was mysterious and profound, and in the center was a mysterious symbol that Lin Shan had never seen before.

The moment he saw this symbol, Lin Shan suddenly remembered the keys to the spiritual instrument technology in his long-lost memory - the 'spiritual pattern'.

What impressed him most was the 'vortex spiritual pattern' he got from the cat tribe.

From the aura, the two are very similar. This rune is also a kind of 'key' to the border between the two sides.

Lin Shan silently memorized the appearance of the rune.

As time passed, the formation became clearer and clearer. When the last stroke was finished, the entire formation suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

The light ball completed its mission, quietly shattered, and turned into countless tiny light fragments, flying in the air like fireflies for a moment, and then disappeared into the void.

A bridge across the void appeared out of thin air above the formation.

The bridge looked ancient and mysterious, and was made of a translucent substance.

Lin Shan stepped onto the bridge.

Just after taking a few steps, Lin Shan felt a strong sense of spatial distortion.

The bridge was stretched by an invisible force, and the surrounding scene began to change rapidly.

Colorful lights and shadows flashed before his eyes, and he didn't know how much distance he had crossed in an instant.

When the stretching feeling disappeared, the bridge under his feet began to collapse.

When he looked down, Lin Shan found that there was a village under his feet.

This village is located on a piece of wasteland.

Lin Shan landed lightly on the only tree at the entrance of the village.

Carefully look at this unique border village.

It is not large in scale, accommodating at most a few thousand people.

Most of the houses in the village are simple wooden structures, with thick green tiles on the roofs and complicated animal face patterns carved on the eaves.

However, if you look closely, you will find that some roofs are equipped with small copper windmills, which rotate slowly to provide power for some facilities in the house.

The road surface is a stone slab, and there are uniquely shaped street lamps standing on the roadside.

What is jumping inside the lampshade is not a flame, but some kind of glowing gas.

The center of the village is a wide square, with a huge stone slab paved on the ground, on which complex ritual formations are engraved.

Behind the village, there is a piece of cultivated land.

What was planted in the farmland was not vibrant plants, but pieces of meat of various shapes.

Some pieces of meat were half buried in the soil, while the other half were exposed above the ground.

The part exposed above the ground was slowly growing new buds.

Lin Shan shifted his gaze and began to look at the people in the village.

Perhaps these border creatures could not be called human beings, but they had some human shadows.

They were slender, with twisted skeletons, pale and sallow skin, and covered with gray spots on the surface, like aging rotten meat.

The faces are sharp and the eyes are sunken, with a cold blue light flashing in the hollow eye sockets.

Their lips are twisted into a thin slit, with the corners of their mouths slightly upturned, revealing sharp yellow teeth. The shape seems unnatural, like a crack that has been forcibly torn.

Their limbs are extremely thin, they are hunched, their palms and soles are on the ground at the same time, their muscles are tight, their ribs are faintly visible, their hands are unusually long, and their nails are like corroded bone blades, with a faint blood-red luster. With a light grab, it seems that they can disembowel their prey.

These creatures are wearing worn-out leather clothes, the fabric is already rotten, and there are strings of bone ornaments hanging around their waists, making crisp clashing sounds.

Although the appearance of these creatures is chilling, some of their behaviors inadvertently reveal a strong sense of humanity. Inadvertently, warm emotions and indifferent appearances will collide.

On the village road, a thin villager suddenly fell down while walking.

Lin Shan saw one of the figures staggering to a figure who had fainted inexplicably. It slowly squatted down, and its slender fingers gently touched the back of the small figure. The movement was extremely gentle, and a trace of moist light flashed in the depths of its eyes.

As more and more villagers gathered together, they gently rubbed each other's arms with their slender fingers, and the movement was gentle and slow, as if silently conveying some kind of emotion.

There was a strange silence in the air, and the tacit understanding and care between each other gradually turned into a low ballad, floating in the wind.

The melody of the ballad was low and hoarse.

The song had no rhythm, but it had an irresistible power. Every note seemed to grow out of the ancient land, carrying unspeakable sadness and tenacity.

Lin Shan vaguely felt that the song carried some unknown power, and that power penetrated into his surroundings like a breeze.

He was exposed.

The low singing suddenly stopped, and all the villagers who were singing in a low voice turned to Lin Shan in unison.

In an instant, Lin Shan felt an invisible pressure coming from all directions, and all eyes were locked on him, full of vigilance and cold scrutiny.

Lin Shan immediately took out the letter from his arms.

He threw it forward casually, and at the same time, he was alert to prevent any villagers from destroying the letter.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

The letter floated in the air and fell among the villagers.

At first, the villagers just stared at the letter stiffly, and the vigilance in their eyes became stronger.

They seemed to be afraid to touch it easily. After a few seconds, a villager scratched the letter with a sharp fingertip.

Not long after, the ballad sounded again, but this time, its melody became sadder, with a deep sorrow.

When the singing stopped, there was no hostility in their eyes when they looked at Lin Shan.

The villagers said a lot to Lin Shan.

Lin Shan found that no matter whether it was mental power or thoughts, he could not translate the language here.

He could only communicate with gestures.

Lin Shan came to the square in the village and was surrounded by hundreds of villagers.

After a confusing exchange.

Lin Shan took out the multidimensional cube given to him by the two border crossers and handed it to a villager who looked like the chief.

Soon, a villager handed Lin Shan a transparent cup.

It contained the "Thinking Drink" that could be drunk at will in Canglan. The villagers held the "Thinking Drink" carefully, fearing that it would spill a little.

The tribesman who seemed to be the chief gestured to Lin Shan to drink the "Thinking Drink".

After confirming that this was the "Thinking Drink", Lin Shan drank it all and found that many villagers showed reluctance.

"Man, can you understand what I am saying?" The tribesman who seemed to be the chief looked up at Lin Shan and said.

"I can understand it." Lin Shan nodded.

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