"There was also something about those two people just now. Their reaction when we mentioned the nightmare was obvious, which means what happened to them last night was the same as what happened to us." The woman took a deep breath and sat up straight. "Let's not alert them for now. If we're drawn into that nightmare again tonight, we can try approaching them—but only inside the nightmare."
"Why... If we already know something's wrong, why don't we leave?" The Maid, who had been scolded earlier, couldn't help asking. Tears glistened in her eyes; she was clearly terrified.
The Middle-aged man with a saber glanced at her. "You think we haven't considered what you can? You think we don't want to leave? The question is, can we get away?"
The Maid swallowed. Instinctively, she looked toward Old Man Song, who was dressed like a porter. He was the leader of the Fangshi and an expert in yin-yang arts.
Old Man Song let out a helpless sigh. "I went out this morning and found fog all around the temple."
The Maid was startled. "Is it poisonous miasma?"
The poisonous miasma in Lingnan was truly fearsome. They had suffered terribly in it before, nearly being wiped out. Even now, she still occasionally felt dazed, unable to remember how she had managed to escape with her life.
At that, Old Man Song slowly shook his head, his expression turning grim. "I'm afraid it's not that simple. Poisonous miasma is affected by the wind, but the fog outside isn't."
After a long moment, the woman was the first to react. "What, do you mean the wind can't move the fog outside?"
"Mm." Old Man Song nodded gravely, his voice growing even more solemn. "Not only that, I used our sect's secret paper to fold