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The movements of the book were slow but powerful. The muscles exposed under the firelight sparkled, and its curves were smooth and smooth. It was like a polished marble, the texture clear.

As he continued to dig at the tree trunk, he said, "The locust tree is called Yin and has the ability to gather ghosts. The locust tree that has been struck by lightning is the exact opposite; it can exorcise evil spirits and exterminate ghosts."

"Thunderbolt wood is a naturally formed treasure used to ward off evil spirits. Thunder and lightning are strong and masculine. Thunderbolt wood also carries along some of the aura of thunder and lightning. Of course, there are also differences between good and bad Thunderbolt Trees. For example, the hundred-year-old locust tree is made from the best Thunderbolt Trees. "

"The Fog Worms like cold and aversion to hot weather. The high temperature of the flames and the lightning strikes are their nemesis. With these two things around, they don't dare to get close."

As he spoke, he made two wooden swords out of the wood that he had extracted from the Lightning Strike, one big and one small. The small wooden sword was two feet two fingers wide, the big wooden sword was six feet three fingers wide.

After cutting off the red string on his wrist, the recipe book drilled a hole through the wooden sword hilt. Then, he tied the red string into a knot and gave it to Gui Zhi.

"Hold on tight, don't loosen the ropes." Fang Zishu reminded him.

"The locust wood is dense, and the resulting lightning striking wood is denser, so the weight is naturally heavier as well. That's why the body size that I made for you is a bit smaller. Try it."

Gui Qi took the small wooden sword. The feeling that came from his hand was indeed very cold and heavy. It was as if he was holding a piece of steel instead of a piece of wood.

Although the wooden sword's style was rough, Gui Zhi liked it. This should be the first gift that he received. What was the name of this gift? A token of love!

Fang Zishu put away his wooden sword, but didn't think too much about it. Forming a wooden sword from thunder was his habit, as it was much easier to carry and use.

The torches cleared the path, and the lightning struck the wood. Wherever the two of them went, the fog would be hidden. The misty insects were still three meters away, so they didn't dare to move forward.

Seeing this, Gui Qi felt that the other party was much more fond of him.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the book stopped again. There was only one reason for it: they had returned to the locust tree.

"He's back." Gui Qi cried out in surprise. Suddenly, she remembered a story that the old god had told her. In a very weak voice, she said, "This isn't the Wall-Hitting Ghost …"

Fang Zishu shook his head, his eyes fixed on the thick fog, his voice calm. "It's them who don't want us to leave!"

"Ah!" Gui Qi was stunned. How was this possible? He had always been walking in a straight line.

A knife cut across the tree trunk. The recipe once again moved forward with the same direction as before. The only difference was that this time, the recipe needed to confirm an idea.

As expected, after half an hour, Fang Zhichu and Liu Yi appeared in front of the locust tree.

Gui Qi didn't understand much, but she didn't ask either. She didn't want to interrupt Fang Zishu's train of thoughts.

To some extent, Gui Zhi was very perceptive. Along the way, she didn't ask any questions because of her confusion. She only listened carefully when Fang Zhichu was willing to tell her.

A circle after a circle, each of them a center. The radius, however, was a trapezoidal shape. From small to large, the pattern drawn looked like it was formed by countless concentric circles.

He stood up and looked at the concentric circle growing larger and larger. The book of prescriptions was placed within it, and he closed his eyes to describe it. In that instant, he opened his eyes. So that was how it was.

The path from the cliff to the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain was not a plain or a hill, but rather a huge bowl. This type of terrain was called a "basin", and the basin here was larger in scope and had a lower slope. With the interference of the misty insects, it seemed like they had been walking in a straight line the entire time.

After realizing this, he pulled Gui Qi along and sped up. He couldn't believe what would happen if he stayed any longer. The intelligence of the misty insects far exceeded what was written in the book. They used the terrain to trap their prey, exhausting the prey's physical strength, breaking down their mental defenses, and then eating it again.

Perhaps it was because he had seen through Fang Zishu's intentions, there was a commotion within the fog. The sounds overlapped each other, as if there were tens of thousands of mosquitoes howling.

"Cover your ears, don't listen." Fang Zishu shouted.

This is a way for the misty insect to attack. Sound can interfere with the activity of human brain waves and make wrong judgments.

Fang Zishu bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake and maintained his pace.

Seeing their prey slip away, the misty bugs flew into a rage and swarmed forward like a wave. They were afraid of striking the wood, but that did not mean that they would give up their food because of it, the only food that had appeared in the past ten years.

Gui Qi's breathing became heavy, and Fang Zhoushu moved too quickly. Seeing that the misty bugs were about to form a circle of encirclement, Fang Zhoushu made a circle of fire out of the torches, and wherever they went, the misty bugs burned up.

"Follow me." Fang Zishu shouted loudly, his voice overpowering the misty insects' restlessness. The torch in his hand danced even faster.

Finally, just as the torch was about to shoot out all the sparks, he saw a hole covered by vines.

Overjoyed, the book knew that there was hope. With the vines' survival, it meant that the misty insects would not be able to reach this area. In other words, there were existences that were even more powerful than the misty bugs that they could not offend.

The contrast between the bright green vines and the pitch-black soil was as sharp as a line. Fang Zhoushu stood on one side of the green, while the misty worm stood on the other side of the black.

Just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief, a thunderbolt struck his brain. "Gui Zhi?"

The Fog Worm in front of him was still moving restlessly, as if it would rush over in the next second. The eyes of Fang Zhushu were bloodshot, and all the muscles in his body were arched at a terrifying angle.

"Fang Zishu, go back, go back to her! If you're still a man, do what a man should do. If you leave a girl behind, you'll lose all face for the Fang family. Why don't you just die?!"

"Don't go, the Fog Worm are scary. If you go, you will die for nothing. Have you forgotten your purpose here? That girl followed me by herself, not by threats. What does her death have to do with you? How many guests have there been in this life, are you responsible for everyone? "

Two voices were fighting in his head, and he pulled at the line between going and not going. Finally, like a deflated ball, his muscles relaxed and large beads of sweat dripped onto the earth.

He turned around and entered the cave.