The fog here was growing thicker and thicker. Su Mu's visibility had shrunk to barely a single meter.
Moreover, he did not know whether it was just his imagination, but staying in this fog made his head feel dizzy. He needed to leave this place quickly.
Fortunately, he had left markers all along the way and had a rough sense of direction. Otherwise, he really might have gotten lost here.
As he walked, Su Mu reached the next marked location and realized something was wrong. This place did not match the location he had marked earlier; there was a discrepancy.
Su Mu quickened his pace as the fog continued to thicken.
After walking for a full hour, Su Mu passed through a field of shattered rocks. His nose wrinkled as he caught a foul smell—the stench of decay.
It was drifting from the waters ahead. Su Mu followed the rotten scent.
Very soon, he arrived at a relatively secluded stretch of water. The fog here was much thinner, and his visibility returned to normal.
Su Mu fixed his gaze on the waters before him, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
This entire stretch of water was pitch-black. Large patches of dead fish and shrimp floated across the surface.
That rotten stench came from those fish corpses.
Why had so many fish died in this stretch of water? There were even several large fish. Judging by their size and appearance, they had definitely been treasure fish.
But they had been dead for a long time and were already rotting. They were certainly inedible, and Su Mu had not fallen so low that he would pick up dead fish to eat. That was far too filthy.
Could someone have poisoned the water here?
Su Mu could not tolerate this sort of drugging-the-fish practice