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Qin Hai asked a few more times, but the old man still chattered nonstop. He could only give up helplessly.

However, just as Qin Hai left the room, the old man took out a bamboo tube from under the pillow. After opening the lid, he released the Gu worm inside.

However, before the Gu worm could fly out of the room, a hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed it. Qin Hai then returned to the room's door.

Seeing that Qin Hai had returned, the old man looked astonished. He hurriedly stuffed the bamboo tube under his pillow.

Qin Hai quickly walked to the bed and grabbed the old man's wrist. He took out the tube and asked, "What do you want to do with this Gu worm?"

The old man was still babbling away. Qin Hai snorted coldly and pointed his finger at the old man. The old man's body trembled, and he revealed a pained expression. He lay on the bed, twitching from the pain.

After a few seconds, the old man couldn't take it anymore and begged loudly, "I'll say, I'll say, they've all gone down the mountain, to the White Cloud Stronghold!"

Qin Hai patted the old man's body and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you going to the White Cloud Stronghold?"

Qin Hai immediately frowned. Ma Wenqiang probably went to the White Cloud Camp to get revenge on old man Dawang, who was already old and the people in the White Cloud Camp were simple and honest. He definitely wasn't a match for Ma Wenqiang and the others.

Thinking of this, Qin Hai's heart burned with anxiety. He left the old man and quickly returned to Bai Ling's bedroom. He was prepared to bring Bai Ling out of this place and back to the White Cloud Stronghold.

However, when he entered the room, he found that Bai Ling was lying on the floor. Blood was flowing from her chest and a dagger was stabbed deeply into her chest.

"Bai Ling!" Qin Hai rushed over and sealed the acupuncture points on Bai Ling's chest, trying to reduce the blood flow as much as possible.

However, the dagger had already stabbed into Bai Ling's chest. Not only was the wound bleeding profusely, even Bai Ling was bleeding profusely from her mouth.

Qin Hai was extremely anxious and constantly channeled his Quintessential Essence into Bai Ling's body. Under his efforts, Bai Ling finally opened her eyes.

Bai Ling smiled sadly. "Mr. Qin, don't worry about me. Let's go." My body is no longer clean, and I don't have the face to go back. Even if I die, I can go find Little Treasure and his father.

Bai Ling coughed out a huge mouthful of blood and her consciousness disappeared.

"Bastard!"

After a while, Qin Hai had no choice but to accept the fact that Bai Ling was dead. He carried Bai Ling's body out of the room and found a hill facing east outside the temple to bury her.

Although Bai Ling would never be able to return home, she could still see the White Water Stronghold from afar.

Standing on the hillside, Qin Hai clenched his fists tightly as he looked at the grave that had just appeared. He turned around and walked quickly in the direction of the foot of the mountain.

Qin Hai stood outside the fog and frowned. He had an instinct that if he went into the fog, he would be in great danger.

Thus, Qin Hai immediately released the human king Realms. However, the range of the mist was extremely large. Even if he were to release all of the human king Realms, he still would not be able to pinpoint the direction he was heading towards.

Qin Hai hesitated for a moment and quickly came to a decision. He followed the direction in which he remembered it and dove into the fog. He walked forward quickly while keeping alert.

The fog was very thick, and it was especially dark in the mountains. Even with Qin Hai's eyesight, he could only see about a meter or so away from him.

After walking for not too far, Qin Hai suddenly sidestepped and his right hand quickly reached out. In his hand, a small snake was struggling violently. Its triangular tongue was stretched out in an attempt to bite the back of his hand.

Qin Hai secretly spit out his zhen yuan, and the little snake was immediately killed.

After a while, a strange sound could be heard from the bushes. Qin Hai looked down and saw countless beetles crawling out from the grass. There were even beetles crawling all over the bushes.

However, not long after, Qin Hai stopped.

The surroundings were completely silent. There were no poisonous snakes or poisonous insects blocking the way, but Qin Hai still felt that something was amiss.

After carefully observing the bushes around him, Qin Hai frowned again. He seemed to have returned to his original place. In other words, after walking for such a long time, he had actually just made a circle and returned to the starting point.

It seemed that the fog here was not simple. It was not the fog that was commonly seen in the mountains. It was most likely a type of formation.

However, to him, ordinary formations were unable to trap him. The Mao Mountain Sect had recorded many common formations in the Yin Yang Scriptures, and he had studied them carefully before.

After some thought, he immediately changed his direction and walked to the other side, leaving marks on the bushes.

After a few minutes, Qin Hai stopped again. By observing the marks on the surrounding bushes, he turned around and walked to the other side.

After that, he headed directly to the east. After walking for about five hundred meters, he turned to the south again. After walking for another three hundred meters, he finally headed to the west again.

Strangely, after walking for a hundred meters, the fog in front of them suddenly disappeared.

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