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Xu Yi's voice trembled with tears, "Chu Nan, I'm a fucking piece of trash..."

"Uncle Xu, let's not talk about this."

Chu Nan raised his voice slightly, "How long has Xiao Ran been taken away?"

The sound of papers rustling came from Xu Yi's end: "In less than fifteen minutes, they disappeared into the fog. I chased after them, but it was all fog outside, and I couldn't see anything."

"it is good."

Chu Nan paused for a second, then said, "I'll be right there."

"You...you really want to go to the back of the Mirage Mountain?"

Chu Nan laughed, "They went to all that trouble to kidnap someone, just to get me to come over, right?"

After hanging up the phone, he didn't rush out.

I washed my face, changed into clothes that were easy to move in, took out the jade bracelet from the bamboo box to look at it, and then sealed it up and put it back.

Xiao Hei swam over from the bedside and wrapped around his wrist. Its cool scales touched his skin, causing a very slight restlessness.

Chu Nan patted Xiao Hei's head: "Don't worry. Let's see what's going on first."

The mirage is located in the East China Sea, standing by the sea, while the mountain behind it is more remote.

It takes about two hours to drive there from Beihai.

The other party's intention to lure me there was too obvious.

Chu Nan put his phone away, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Without thinking further, he picked up his coat and went out.

The morning mist had dissipated, and the air on the mountain path was crystal clear.

Chu Nan left Yaotai Residential Area, hailed a ride-hailing car, and headed east...

When we arrived at the back of the mirage, it was already past noon.

The car couldn't go any further up the mountain after reaching the foot of the hill.

The road ahead was cut off by a thick, grayish-white fog, as if someone had moved the entire sea fog onto land.

"Master, this area is not easy to navigate."

The driver leaned out and glanced outside, his face pale. "Why don't you reconsider? I can wait for you."

Chu Nan waved his hand, "No need to wait. You can go back now."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, turned the car around, and sped away.

Chu Nan stood at the intersection, straightened his collar, and stepped into the fog.

Beihai is located by the sea, so fog is not uncommon.

But the fog here is different. After walking only a few dozen steps, the moisture in the air is so thick that you can almost wring water out of it.

The road beneath my feet was still clearly visible, but the trees on both sides had been swallowed up by the fog and were now just shadows.

After walking for a while, a gray-white stone archway appeared ahead.

The archway was very old, and dark green vines climbed all over the pillars.

The horizontal plaque is inscribed with the two characters "Hou Shan" (Back Mountain), but the characters are blurred due to moisture erosion.

Two disciples in gray robes stood in front of the archway, their robes trailing in the mist, as if they were growing out of the mist.

Both of them wore jade bracelets on their wrists. When they saw Chu Nan, they exchanged a glance, but did not step forward to stop him. Instead, they stepped aside to make way for him.

"I am the one who killed Li Guanqi. Tell your lord that I have arrived."

Chu Nan walked to the foot of the archway, his voice calm.

The two disciples did not answer, but simply lowered their heads.

One of them moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just bent his waist even deeper.

Chu Nan didn't ask any more questions and continued walking uphill through the archway.

Behind them, the figures of the two disciples were quickly swallowed up by the thick fog.

The stone path on the back mountain is very narrow, like a snake winding its way up the mountain.

Chu Nan walked slowly, his Lotus Flower True Qi already rising to his chest.

The black cat clung to his left wrist, its scales slightly open, emitting a very faint hiss in the mist.

The higher you go, the thicker the fog becomes.

This fog isn't just water vapor floating in the air; it has a texture, like layers of extremely thin gauze clinging to your body from all directions.

Chu Nan tried to use his Lotus True Qi to circulate around his body, and the mist was evaporated, but it quickly closed up again.

He looked down at the road ahead and saw faint runes glowing on the stone slabs, like silver threads embedded in the stone, flickering on and off.

With each step he took upwards, the suppression of the formation intensified. Chu Nan could feel that the Lotus True Qi within his body was not circulating as smoothly as before, like punching in mercury, sticky and viscous everywhere.

Clearly, this fog did not form naturally.

It must be the water vapor drawn by the formation that has transformed the entire mountain into a magical artifact.

Even a wisp of fog is an extension of the ritual implements.

When you walk inside, it's like walking inside someone else's body.

The more this happened, the calmer Chu Nan became.

The reason the mirage dared to kidnap the man and take him to the back mountain was because it was certain that it could keep him there.

Li Guanqi died at his hands; the original poster couldn't possibly ignore that.

Since they dared to set up this scheme, they must have been quite confident.

Otherwise, given the shrewdness of the poster, who has spent half his life immersed in an assassin organization, he wouldn't easily resort to the back mountain formation.

This formation is not intended for ordinary enemies, but for adversaries capable of threatening the foundation of the mirage.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the mountain slope suddenly eased.

The trees on both sides disappeared, replaced by abrupt stone walls.

The stone wall was extremely high, its surface slippery from the mist, standing upright like a knife cut, squeezing the path ahead into a narrow passage.

After walking another hundred steps or so, the passageway suddenly opened up, revealing a huge mountain platform in front of us.

The stone wall in front was covered with runes, which were clearly different from those we had seen on the way.

These runes were enormous, each half a person's height, and gleamed with a dark silver light in the mist, like countless half-open eyes.

Chu Nan glanced at them and silently counted them in his mind.

The runes on the stone wall are divided into three layers.

The top layer has the fewest arrangement, with nine.

There are thirty-six in the middle, and a dense cluster at the bottom, probably no less than a hundred.

These runes formed an extremely complex array plate, which connected with the array patterns on the ground, linking the entire back mountain into a whole.

Every few feet along the stone slabs on the ground, a silver vein meanders through them, like blood vessels, transmitting the energy of the runes on the stone walls to every corner of the platform.

Is this the secret weapon of the Mirage?

Many people were standing indistinctly in the fog on both sides of the platform.

Chu Nan didn't count them intentionally, but a quick glance suggested there were at least thirty or forty gray-robed disciples.

They stood at the edge of the platform, like a silent gray wall, no one spoke, and no one approached.

These people had no intention of helping out; their purpose was simple: to see how their host would deal with an arrogant young man.

Chu Nan noticed that the jade bracelets around the waists of several disciples were a darker color than those of the others, suggesting they held relatively high positions.

They stood at the front, their eyes fixed on Chu Nan, as if trying to memorize every detail about him.

Chu Nan didn't think too deeply about it, because that person's aura had already arrived.

The gray fog surged out from the depths of the platform, as if being pushed by something.

Like a wall, it moved silently toward this side, not fast, but extremely heavy, making one's chest feel suffocated.

The gray fog stopped a foot in front of them and did not advance any further.

"I am coming."

Chu Nan's voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced clearly into the fog, "Where is Xu Ran?"

There was no response from within the fog.

After a few breaths, the gray fog slowly parted to both sides.

An old man's figure emerged from the mist.

He wore a black and white crane cloak, with a gray jade hairpin in his hair, and a long beard that reached down to his chest.

His face was thin with shallow wrinkles, and his eyes were like stones submerged in deep water, cool and deep.

What's most eye-catching is his wrist, where the jade bracelet is so dark it's almost black, like a piece of black jade dredged up from the seabed, its surface covered with extremely fine and dense patterns.

It is indeed... the Master of the Mirage Tower!