Inherit the estate! Then raise monster girls!

All around were identical white mists.

Su Lan had only taken five steps forward when she could no longer see the way she had come.

The scene felt so familiar that he immediately decided to turn back the way he came.

One step, two steps... up to the tenth step, they still couldn't find the tunnel they came from.

"I knew it would be like this." Su Lan showed an expression that said, "I knew it."

If there wasn't something in this fog, it wouldn't have been able to trap "Adventurer Su Lan".

"Is it a spatial transformation, an illusion, or a rule?" He instantly guessed three possibilities.

A seabird suddenly broke through the thick fog, flapping its wings as it flew over his head.

Seemingly noticing Su Lan, this uninvited guest, the seabird swooped down towards his head with a piercing scream.

Su Lan saw things clearly this time.

The seabird was covered in purplish-black pustules, and its beak gleamed with a metallic sheen; it was clearly a corrupted and mutated monster.

Its aura was much stronger than Luca's, at least at the second tier!

However, it was still within Su Lan's capabilities.

"Rejection!"

He touched the scales, about to use a defensive technique, when the surrounding mist suddenly surged.

The mist instantly condensed into three chains that shot out and blocked the seabird's path.

The seabird cried out in alarm and flapped its wings, trying to slow down.

This action seemed to enrage the fog, which suddenly boiled over, and several sharp spikes appeared simultaneously, blocking the seabirds' path from all directions.

boom!

In an instant, a cloud of blood mist exploded and merged into the fog, leaving no trace of the corpse.

"The mist has offensive capabilities?" Su Lan frowned slightly, and to be on the safe side, she stood still.

Before coming, he consulted Tia about information about the foreign land.

According to Tia, each otherworldly realm has its own specific rules, some stronger and some weaker.

Once triggered, it will cause a backlash from the rules and lead to big trouble.

Before Su Lan came in, she thought the rules here were milder, like "encirclement" or "psychedelic," and the way to break them was to say nice things.

But now their rhythm has been disrupted by the sudden appearance of a seabird.

Recalling the mutated seabird's behavior just now, and the conversation he overheard yesterday, he had an uncertain answer in his mind:

"The seabird flew over, and the mist didn't react, but it cried out, and then the chains appeared."

"After the seabird cried out a second time, the mist suddenly burst forth, and Sean and the others had also said that 'knights cannot speak in foreign lands'..."

"Is it a sound?" Su Lan came to an answer.

Try it.

"You're so beautiful!" he complimented softly.

The thick fog fluctuated for a moment, but then remained unchanged.

"Coo-coo-caw-caw." He lowered his voice and imitated a penguin's call.

Two chains appeared out of thin air and bound him!

Su Lan was already on edge, stepping back to avoid the attack, while slightly raising her voice: "What I said earlier was that you were very relaxed and carefree!"

The chains vanished silently.

understood!

The fog can only be praised; no other noise can be made!

This rule is quite arrogant; I wonder how "Adventurer Su Lan" discovered it.

The adventurer Su Lan deliberately mentioned this key point in his suicide note, most likely wanting him to use this rule to search for targets while launching a boastful offensive to try and communicate with the fog.

But doing so is too much of a waste of breath, and the results are not guaranteed; you might even get thrown out.

Su Lan decided to try a more direct approach: "Assimilation!"

"I am fog, I am fog..." he chanted in his mind.

"I need to go to a big white monster to replenish my energy, brothers, please show me the way..."

After repeating the first few times, the fog began to ripple slightly.

"There's hope!" Su Lan quickly intensified the hypnotic effect.

The dense fog seemed to have an owner, making it very difficult to "assimilate." After more than a minute of struggle, Su Lan finally emerged victorious.

The mist automatically parted to both sides, revealing a welcoming passageway.

"Success!" Su Lan successfully infiltrated the enemy's ranks, and her field of vision more than doubled.

He relaxed and leisurely pushed the cart forward.

After walking for more than ten minutes, several suspicious figures suddenly appeared ahead.

Su Lan peered through the obstruction of her view.

Standard armor, weapons, a squad of knights, led by the same commander who had glared at him just yesterday…

"Commander Loran, where else should we go? The demonic whispers keep echoing in my head, I can't hold on much longer..." A knight's veins bulged, his face contorted in pain.

"The mist is reacting, keep quiet!" the knight beside him warned.

"Our mission is almost over, hang in there a little longer!" The commander somehow managed to speak a little louder.

"Without the calming potion, how can we hold on?" The last knight clutched his head, swaying precariously. "The demon is calling me; it has put me to eternal slumber!"

He was on the verge of a mental breakdown, unable to control his volume, and was instantly bound tightly by chains, collapsing to the ground and howling in pain.

His companion pounced on him, pinned him to the ground, forcibly pried open his mouth, and forced down a bottle of medicine.

The knight's eyes suddenly rolled back, he twitched twice, and then he lost consciousness.

The group seemed to immediately come to their senses, stopped talking, and hurriedly left with their companions on their backs.

Su Lan watched as the knights turned left and right, unable to even walk in a straight line, constantly circling around the area, and couldn't help but scratch her head:

"Is the mist really that powerful? I don't think so."

He specializes in resistance, and combined with his assimilation ability, entering the alien realm is like returning home.

Like a fish in water.

"And that demonic whisper..." Thinking of this, Su Lan's expression became somewhat strange.

The knight said that the demon had called him to eternal sleep, which is not entirely wrong.

However, to him, the voice clearly mumbled, "So sleepy, I want to sleep, don't bother me..."

Watching the enemies being tortured to the point of madness, and then looking at herself, Su Lan couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

However, he didn't intend to stay any longer and turned to argue with the mist:

"I'm talking about the big white baby. You know what 'big' means? This person is wearing white armor, but it's not big enough."

The mist seemed to understand, and after rolling a few times, it opened up another path.

Su Lan glanced back and left reluctantly.

If he could, he would like to give these people a good beating.

But right now he's only barely managed to blend in; he can't control the mist, let alone attack.

This time we traveled a long distance in another direction.

At the end of the passage was a rock by the sea, and there was no further road ahead.

Su Lan stopped and walked around the stone.

White and round, it meets the requirements.

It is indeed very large; even a hovercraft cannot fit inside.

But is this really the treasure mentioned in the suicide note?

Su Lan couldn't understand it.

The foreign land was fraught with danger, and he needed to conserve some of his mental energy for self-defense. After thinking it over, he ultimately decided not to seek out the mist to clear a path.

"I'm tired, that's enough for today!"

Su Lan chose a secluded corner, took the high-end bedding from the cart, and quickly made a makeshift bed on the floor.

Whether it's true or not, won't you find out after a good night's sleep?

"Keep watch for me," Su Lan instructed the mist.

The fog is the real boss here; he's blended into it, emphasizing a sense of relaxation.