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The interior of the basin is covered with milky white mist, and only some trees can be vaguely seen through the gaps in the mist. Looking around, the entire Tianqin Peak Basin looks like a huge bowl filled with white cotton.

Unlike the outside, the cliffs on the inside were so steep that the horses could no longer move forward, and the only way to continue was to use ropes to descend into the basin.

Therefore, this group of noble mercenaries decided to split into two groups, one group would set up camp on the cliff to wait and receive support, while the other small group would serve as the vanguard, install mountain nails and tie climbing ropes, and hang down into the Lyra Peak Basin.

"Oh my God, how high is it?" Pastor Milana looked at the hazy clouds below the cliff and her face turned pale.

"It's hard to say." Arnold responded while directing his men to find hard ground to drive nails on the edge of the cliff. "It's estimated to be around 400 feet up. The fog and clouds block our view too much, so we can't be sure."

"Do we have enough ropes?" Irene looked at the steep cliff, her legs trembling a little.

"This is enough. Miss, you and Miss Milana wait for us on the cliff first. We will come to pick you up after we go down to confirm the location of the tomb." Arnold said.

"What are you doing again, this stinky old man?" The cursing voice of the mercenary captain Hansa came from the side again.

But Blaise was kneeling on the edge of the cliff, kowtowing to the vast basin, and muttering: "God, please forgive me..."

The continuous sounds of kowtow, "Bang," "Bang," and "Bang," make people inexplicably irritated.

“Damn, can you stop knocking your head!” Hansa pulled the old man up from the ground and pushed him to the climbing rope at the side, “Tie him up!”

Irene's gaze remained on the place where the old man kowtowed, where a small pool of dark red blood remained.

She felt a little upset.

"Arnold..."

"What's wrong, miss?" Arnold turned his head and asked kindly.

"Be careful." Irene pursed her lips.

"Of course. Just wait for my good news." Arnold smiled and tied a climbing rope around himself.

Hansa and Arnold led two mercenaries and Blaise down the cliff. The remaining mercenaries and several of Irene's servants were left on the top of the cliff.

The basin shrouded in clouds was mysterious and quiet. A few small figures sank into the sea of ​​clouds and soon disappeared.

Only the rope that was extended downwards from time to time could let people know that there was still activity below.

The first batch of ropes wrapped around the spikes quickly straightened out. Just in case, Irene also cast a reinforcement spell on the spikes.

Since one rope could not fully support the height of the entire cliff, the mercenaries who went down each carried several bundles of ropes, so that after the front rope reached the maximum descent length, they could use mountain nails to fix a new rope in the middle of the cliff.

By doing this, one section after another, we finally reached the bottom of the basin.

Fortunately, the sky is clear today, and we can even see the sun moving slowly across the sky.

Erin and Milana drank tea and eased some of the tension with small talk.

"I hope Arnold and the others are okay."

"Don't worry, Irene. You said they are all experienced adventurers. Hey, I received your message scroll."

A message scroll is a luxurious but useful tool for transmitting messages. After writing the words to be conveyed on the sub-scroll and then tearing it up, the message can be transmitted to the corresponding main scroll.

"You can send more people down. Everything is safe down there, Arnold." Irene read out the words on the scroll and immediately showed a happy expression. "Milana, this is news from Arnold. They have reached the bottom."

"That's great." Milana clapped her hands.

The two men hurried out of the tent to tell everyone the news, but they saw a rope suddenly tremble. The nearby mercenaries and servants hurried over and pulled the rope together.

The rope slowly moved upwards, and everyone saw what was tied to the other end of the rope.

It was a dead body that had already fallen silent, emitting a foul stench as if it had been dead for several days, and one could even see maggots crawling in the cracked skin.

"Ugh..." The young lady, who had never seen such a scene before, vomited immediately. But just with this simple glance, she had recognized the iconic walrus leather coat on the corpse.

The pale servants beside him also recognized the face on the corpse that seemed to be distorted by fear.

Arnold, dead.

Chapter 56: Fog Surge

The mercenaries and servants were at a loss outside the tent. Arnold's body was lying with ropes tied on the edge of a cliff not far away, and no one dared to move.

In the tent, Irene's face was already pale and bloodless. "How is this possible... How is this possible..."

Pastor Milana sat next to the small tea table, her face full of anxiety, but she finally spoke tremblingly, "Ai... Ailin, you have to cheer up... You are the commander now."

"I...how do I know what to do..."

It seemed as if a gust of wind blew into the opening of the tent, and the text message scroll on the small tea table flew "rustling" onto Irene's arm.

"Ah!" As if bitten by a spider, Irene quickly shook the scroll away from her body.

The scroll fell to the ground, and the words "all is well" on it looked extremely glaring at this moment.

It was then that Irene realized that although she was the leader of this team, after the death of Arnold, the real backbone, they were not much different from a group of scattered sand.

"Let's...let's go back, Irene." Milana's voice was trembling, "Something is wrong here."

"...but the sun will set in two hours." Irene's eyes began to moisten again, "If we set out now...we will have to take the outer mountain roads at night..."

Although the mountain road outside the basin is not a cliff like the one inside the basin, it is also very steep and dangerous. In poor lighting conditions, not to mention the harassment from hidden monsters, it is also a problem whether you will fall.

“Just leave here, just leave here…” Milana put her hands together and prayed, “Please, Irene, I can feel that this place is really wrong… Even if I stay in the mountains for one night, I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

Suddenly there was a commotion outside.

Irene hurried out of the tent to check, trying hard not to look at the body lying in the distance.

It turned out that several other ropes were also shaking, but the amplitude of the shaking was so large that it seemed abnormal.

The edge of the hemp rope rubbed against the cliff, making a rustling sound, and the nails were shaken by the taut rope.

It didn't seem like someone below the rope was expressing a message... it felt more like something was coming up from below.

As the rope trembled, the fog in the basin began to surge like boiling water, and slowly climbed up the cliff.

"Go, Irene, please, go!" Milana almost collapsed after seeing this scene. It seemed that there were countless shadows gathering in the clouds and were about to overflow from the top of the cliff.

Irene swallowed her saliva, looked at the servants and mercenaries who were all around her, and finally mustered up the courage, "Hurry up and pack up!... Let's go down the mountain and leave here!"

The mercenaries hurriedly began to pack up the supplies around them. As for some heavy or troublesome items, they had to be thrown away directly and prepared to evacuate with light luggage.

Theoretically speaking, the mercenaries here are all at the proficient and skilled levels, and when combined together, they should have no problem dealing with ordinary large monsters.

But Arnold's situation was too strange. An expert swordsman died quietly on the cliff.

If only they heard the sound of his fighting or saw his opponent, everyone might still have the courage to fight.

The only thing that is too difficult to face is the unexplained death.

However, when everyone led the horses and supplies to the outer mountain road, they suddenly discovered that since some time ago, the slope outside the basin had begun to be filled with clouds and fog like the inner side.

The milky white miasma slowly climbed up the hillside, and the entire Tianqin Peak seemed to be covered with a layer of white gauze.

At first glance, there was no such situation on the surrounding low mountains, and the fog seemed to be spreading only on this mountain.

"This...what should I do..." Milana's eyes were full of fear. The rugged mountain road they came from was now full of fog. The poor visibility was no different from walking at night.

Irene was at a loss, she had never seen such a scene before, she stood there in a daze, watching the fog spreading from the hillside, she tried to look back, but found that the fog in the basin behind her had also gushed out, swallowing up the tent and campfire they had left behind.

In the dim light, she seemed to see the corpse lying on the edge of the cliff slowly rising up in the mist.

"Let's go, we have to keep going!" Irene shouted in surprise.

However, this time there was no response.

She looked around hurriedly, only to find that everything around her was already white.

Milana, the servants, and the mercenaries all disappeared without a trace as if they were swallowed by the fog.

However, the figure that stood up on the cliff suddenly spread his legs, slowly twisted his neck, and turned his face towards where Irene was.

One step, two steps, the figure that was supposed to be dead slowly approached in the white mist, with his hands hanging down, his neck tilted, and his strange walking posture that did not look like that of a living person at all.

Seeing this scene, Irene's heart beat uncontrollably and violently, as if it was going to break through her chest and rush out.

His lake-blue eyes stared at the figure approaching in the mist. He wanted to turn around and run away, but his legs felt like the bones had been pulled out and he was unable to move.

But the girl still mustered up the last bit of courage and pointed her staff at the figure that was about to emerge from the thick fog.

"Fire... spirit of fire, listen to my... my call... ah!" Before the spell could be finished, a hand suddenly stretched out from the mist and grabbed the head of the staff.

"Miss, it's me. What's wrong with you?" Arnold emerged from the mist wearing a walrus skin coat, still as handsome as ever.

“Arnold!” After seeing who it was, Irene burst into tears of joy and stopped constructing the spell, “Are you okay!?”

"What can happen to me?" Arnold asked kindly, walking up to Irene, "Why are you the only one here, Miss? Where are the others?"

"I... I don't know." Irene held her staff and shook her head. "After the fog came, they disappeared."

"Strange." Arnold frowned slightly and held out his hand. "Then follow me, Miss, let's go find them."

"Yeah!" Irene nodded with tears in her eyes and stretched out her hand.

The moment their hands touched, Arnold pulled her hard and held Irene in his arms.

"Arnold... eh...?" Irene raised her head with emotion, and Arnold's wide-open mouth was reflected in her lake-blue pupils.

The mouth opened so wide that it almost took up the entire face, so that the facial features were pushed aside by the folded flesh.

In the throat, several pitch-black tentacles climbed up the oral wall and squirmed, like a black chrysanthemum that suddenly bloomed, almost wrapping the girl's head.

Irene's expression was frozen on her face, her pupils showing surprise and confusion at first, and then turning into infinite despair in the expanding shadow.

Chapter 57: Ancient Tomb

"Woo——"

A long, piercing scream rang in my ears.

“Ah… Shit.”

Ye Xiao got up drowsily, still feeling a little dizzy.

It was pitch black all around. Fortunately, Ella knew that it was already after sunset the next day, otherwise he would not have thought that this body had been unconscious for almost twenty hours.

In the darkness, the sound of running water could be heard, and he did not seem to be in a completely enclosed cave.

From the inference Ella obtained by opening the believer panel, Ye Xiao's current location had changed more than before, and it seemed that he had already reached the depths of the Howling Mountains.

Before he fell into a coma, he was clearly still in the outer valley.

This is strange. Was it the water that washed me here?

Ye Xiao touched his clothes and found that they were indeed wet.

The bag on my back was gone, but fortunately the two space rings on my hands were still there, so I didn’t have to worry about supplies.

The staff and the knife at his waist were still there. Even when he was unconscious, Ye Xiao would subconsciously protect his weapons. This muscle reflex saved him many times.

Ye Xiao took out some food and water from the ring and ate and drank. His only problem now was how to leave this damn place.

[Trigger Mission: Ancient Tomb]

[Mission Briefing: Explore the Ancient Tomb and Restore History (Progress: 0%)]

[Task Reward: General Points*1000000 (decayed according to progress), Gold Coins*1000000 (decayed according to progress), Unknown (decayed according to progress)]

The task panel popped up at the right time. Ye Xiao took a glance at it and was stunned.

Take less?

He thought he was dazzled, so he looked again carefully.

What's going on? Isn't this mission a bit exaggerated?

One million universal points? If he used all of them to upgrade his skills, his physical attributes could be upgraded to Grandmaster, and he might even have some left over.

What is this abstract task?

No, you have to stay calm. The system sometimes issues some free tasks, but this shouldn't be that simple.

"Fluorescence." Ye Xiao decided to observe the surrounding environment first.

A blue light lit up in the darkness, and the surroundings were not dark rock walls, but black stone walls that were polished smooth with obvious traces of human intervention.

Under your feet are spacious and slanted stone steps. In the middle of the steps there is a canal dug along the steps. The sound of dripping water comes from here.

But the water was dark red for some reason, but it wasn’t very sticky, so it shouldn’t be blood or anything like that.

Next, go up or down?