Wild Man in the Fog

La'ang Cuo Water, known as Ghost Lake, had dried up for reasons unknown three hundred years ago, becoming a barren expanse. Now it had filled again, and that alone was enough to make one's blood run cold.

Add to that the Eerie Dense Fog that had risen without warning and spread rapidly, and everyone was truly panicking, at a complete loss.

"I-I-I-I've read documents about the Highland region. Supposedly... supposedly the locals never go near La'ang Cuo Lake. The reason is that this place is an ancient Sacrificial Ground passed down through the generations. As for what exactly people offered sacrifices to, that remains unclear.

"The documents recorded a short story. A long time ago, a traveler from who knew where crossed mountains and rivers to reach the shore of La'ang Cuo Lake. Unable to endure his thirst, he bent down and drank the lake water. In the end, in an instant, a Malevolent Spirit cruelly stole away his soul, and he lost his life."

Among the survivors in first class, no one knew who had started the explanation.

The people his age: "Great explanation. Don't explain next time."

Ghost Lake + ancient Sacrificial Ground + no one knew what the hell was sacrificed there—La'ang Cuo Water had truly stacked its buffs to the max, making everyone's mentality collapse.

After surviving a disaster, guess what happened?

Heh, they had celebrated too early. There was still a great pass between life and death waiting for them to cross.

"Then what do we do? I accidentally choked down a mouthful of water just now. I'm not going to die, am I?"

"I-I... I-I-I did too."

A huge group of people said with pale faces and terrified expressions.

"Quiet. Don't be afraid while I am here. The urgent matter is to swim to