After Tang Sanmu finished speaking, he went out directly, got on a car and drove away in the direction of the center of the three mountains.

It takes about ten minutes to drive there.

As the car was driving, the friends on the other side were also chanting:

"The location in the middle of the three mountains doesn't look that big on the map, but the area is really quite large. If you search a little bit, it will be too late, Master Tang!"

"Who among the gadget friends took a screenshot just now? Is there any gadget friend in the same city who can help analyze it to see where it is? The more accurate the better."

"That's right, human life is at stake, so all the weapon friends are getting excited!"

"I just remembered that there is a large forest between these three mountains. There are many wooden houses in the forest, which are called the invisible sky. When Master Tang told fortunes just now, didn't he say that there is no youth in some invisible place?

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"As far as I know, the distribution of wooden houses there is very complicated, and the trees and houses are messy, but it can save Master Tang a lot of trouble!"

Tang Sanmu looked at the news in the live broadcast room. He didn't go out much and didn't know much about the local situation.

Hearing what the friends in the live broadcast room said, he quickly raised his head and said to the driver: "You can't see the sky, Master, you can't see the sky when you go to the dense forest!"

The driver took a breath: "Oh, you are going to that place, that place is very evil now!

There are always strange crying sounds and the sound of many people walking around at night.

Before, people occasionally visited those old wooden houses on the other side of the sky, but now they are almost invisible.”

Miki nodded after hearing this: "Then I guess I've found the right place. Please put me nearby."

At this time, the car was driving slowly and saw fog forming in front of it.

The thick fog made it impossible to distinguish between humans and animals ten meters away.

The mist was filled with bursts of sad cries and heavy sighs.

The car stopped outside the white mist, and the driver swallowed his saliva when he heard the noise coming from inside: "Brother, this place is too evil, or I'd better take you back.

I think you look like this, you must be a soul-finding anchor, right? Your life is at stake, brother! There are some things you can’t play around with!"

Faced with the driver's kind reminder, Tang Sanmu expressed his gratitude and gave him more money: "Master, just send me here.

Thank you for your hard work, please be safe when you go back."

"Are you sure you don't want to go back with me?"

Seeing that Tang Sanmu had made up his mind, the driver stopped asking any more questions, sighed and drove away into the distance.

Tang Sanmu stepped into the white mist alone. Before entering, he took his mobile phone and scanned the surrounding area.

You can see from a distance that the three high mountains are like knives, their sharp points heading straight into the invisible sky.

It is okay to travel to this place occasionally, but if you live there for a long time, it will definitely cause various diseases, which is very harmful to the body and mind.

The wooden houses here should have been inhabited by some hermits, but perhaps they moved away because of bad feng shui and their physical discomfort.

Only small huts are left, standing alone and baptized by the years.

Nowadays, there are actually more scrapped ones and fewer good ones.

Stepping into the mist, Tang Sanmu felt a chill all over his body and couldn't help but let out a breath of white air.

But this breath did not appear, and directly merged with the white mist in front of him.

When you step into it, you can't tell the direction at all, and you tend to get lost as soon as you enter.

The main reason is that the white mist itself is not simple, the Feng Shui here is driven, and the netherworld gathers.

This resulted in natural phenomena and ghostly mist filling the air.

Golden Requiem: The fog is too big, I feel like I can’t find anything!

Nether Maniac: Who is that possessed person? I feel like Master Tang has encountered a lot of difficulties this time.

Dark Angel: The main reason is that I don’t have the youth to live up to my expectations, make random arrangements and don’t tell the truth, otherwise it wouldn’t be so difficult now.

I am Little Pineapple: Every day I say that Master Tang is strategizing, and today I feel like he is also strategizing. Aren’t all the difficulties Master Tang is encountering planned by him?

Everyone was talking about it, and after Tang Sanmu walked dozens of steps in the ghost mist, he stopped.

Looking at the tree in front of me, when I came in just now, I made a mark on a tree, and now I can see the mark again, which means I am back to the starting point.

"There are clearly marks on the tree, but the direction of the branches is different from before.

I have been walking in the direction of the branches since I entered the forest, but now it seems that this method is not feasible.

The wood contains vitality, but the air of the netherworld flows here continuously.

Movement creates water, turning the original wood in the earth into wood in the water.

Water has no nature, but because it was born from the netherworld, it became the netherworld.

To put it bluntly, the flowing Yin Qi changes the orientation of the trees, causing fundamental changes in this place."

After finishing speaking, he took out another mobile phone again, trying to find some clues from it.

He searched all over to no avail, but when Tang Sanmu was flipping through the pictures, he suddenly came up with a plan.

I thought of a technique that might be able to solve my immediate worries.

Thinking of this, Tang Sanmu quickly said: "Dear friends, if you trust me, you can send me your birth date and name.

Remember to chat privately.”

Then, Tang Sanmu opened the private message, and at that moment, a series of crisp sounds came from the message.

In just two seconds, hundreds of messages were received.

Tang Sanmu said in surprise: "You don't need time to type, right?"

"To be honest with Master Tang, my friends have also made plans. They have prepared their names and birthdays, and are waiting for the day when they can be of help."

"Haha, I wanted to send Master Tang's name and horoscopes several times, but I didn't dare. Now this information has been memorized by my input method."

"I'm just a fast typist."

Tang Sanmu quickly told his friends that that was enough. Originally, he only needed dozens of names, but now so many appeared.

Tang Sanmu took out a large pile of yellow paper from his pocket, moved his hands together very quickly, and quickly made paper figures out of the yellow paper.

Then he held the brush in his hand, also opened it from left to right, and wrote on the paper figure with both hands at the same time.

When writing, there was a brushing sound. After writing, the paper man was thrown into the void by Tang Sanmu.

It blends into the thick fog and is hard to see, but you can hear the rushing sound.
Chapter completed!