The slowly drifting black mist suddenly churned violently. Then a figure appeared.
She was running as she emerged, as though fleeing pursuit.
Over here.
Seeing the black mist churn, Chen Yu, who had been about to throw the "spicy strip" away, stood still and looked at the figure ahead in confusion.
Meanwhile, Xiang Baiwei noticed Chen Yu immediately as well.
When she saw his outfit,
she froze.
Chen Yu wore a gas mask and a thick, oversized glove on one hand.
His right hand gripped the white snake just behind its head. It writhed and struggled but could not escape. In his left hand, he carried a cloth bag whose surface kept twisting and bulging as living creatures moved inside.
Around his neck, a long, thin cord wound around the bodies of five or six jade bottles, stringing them together.
They hung diagonally across his body. On top of that, every pocket on his person was stuffed with jade bottles.
Having finally made it through the night, Xiang Baiwei had yet to fully shed her vigilance. Suddenly encountering someone dressed so strangely in the black mist startled her. She instinctively mobilized her spiritual power to guard herself, then remembered that Chen Yu had seemingly worn this same outfit when he spoke before the trial began.
She took a closer look. It really did seem to be Chen Yu.
Just then, Chen Yu greeted her from across the way, his voice slightly muffled through the gas mask. "Oh, it's you. Good morning."
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Black mist churned all around them.
Danger lurked on every side.
Hearing Chen Yu greet her in such surroundings, Xiang Baiwei did not know how to respond.
Then she suddenly realized something, and her expression changed.
She glanced behind her, then started moving as she warned Chen Yu,