Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

Hearing Mil's explanation, Andre Bell felt a little less guilty.

But she also repeatedly emphasized that Mir must wake herself up.

After receiving Mir's affirmative reply, she felt relieved and got up to prepare to wash up.

However, at this moment, something slightly embarrassing happened.

The range of the Soul Lamp's light was only about three to five meters, making it impossible for Mil and Andrebell to wash up separately.

And for humans, resolving the cycle of consuming grains overnight in the early morning is a very important point.

"Um, Anderbel, don't worry, I made a wooden board, it will block some of it."

"Um... Mr. Mill, you don't need to go to so much trouble. I... I don't really care about these things."

However, Andre Bell's words, spoken with an extremely flushed face, were clearly not very illustrative.

But Mir was happy about it.

She finally stopped saying things like "I am your property".

It's fine as long as the personality is corrected.

"Splash..."

Sight can be blocked, but sound cannot.

With both of them blushing slightly, they finally finished washing up.

Half an hour later, the two hurriedly ate a bite of food and prepared to set off.

"Have you packed everything? Soul Lamp, Healing Scroll, Holy Light Shield Scroll, Wind Whisper Scroll, Low-Quality Holy Water, Emergency Detoxification..."

Mil listed more than a dozen essential items, and Andre Bell checked them one by one, nodding only after confirming that everything was correct.

Seeing this, Mir carried most of the things on his back and then reinforced the rope connecting the two of them again.

"The fog outside is very thick. If we encounter a dangerous situation, we may get separated from each other. Once separated, our chances of survival will be greatly reduced. So, under no circumstances should we loosen the rope."

Milton paused at this point, then continued:

"Of course, if my partner on the other end of the rope becomes dangerous, don't hesitate, break it immediately, understand?"

Anderbel nodded, offering no rebuttal.

But she has a clear idea of ​​what she will do when the time comes.

Seeing this, Mir emphasized it again:

"Anderbel, did you hear me? Once I become a threat, you're cutting the rope and running away!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Mill, if you fall, I'll make sure to turn around and run away."

Anderbel smiled and answered Mil's question.

That's good.

Mil nodded, then placed his finger on the iron door to the basement. With a "beep beep" sound, the two walked outside.

The soul lamp illuminated the corridor leading from the basement to the wooden house, which, despite being lit, appeared dark and deep.

The path that should have led to light now seemed upside down, as if going upwards was the only way to get to hell.

"Um, Mr. Mir, if you don't mind, please let me go first."

"mind."

"Forehead......"

Having said that, without waiting for Andrebel to speak, Mil walked ahead.

Anderbel followed behind Mil, his face bearing an indescribable complex expression.

The wooden house wasn't very windproof, and the wind that came through the gaps carried an indescribable fishy smell.

The wind gently blew, occasionally poking into my eyes.

Mir fiddled with his hair; he hadn't really cut it since he transmigrated.

It's really frustrating to suddenly appear in this world!

"Squeak~"

A tooth-grinding sound rang out, and Mir pushed open a tiny crack in the floorboards, revealing only his eyes to look at everything outside.

It was dark, very dark, but not completely black.

The whole world was filled with a faint dark red hue, as if it had been coated with the mucus of some kind of creature.

"Hawkeye!"

"Investigate!"

"Purify!"

"disperse!"

"illumination!"

Five different skills were unleashed in succession, originating from the [Hunter Sequence], [Thief Sequence], and [Papal Sequence] respectively.

The [Almighty Lord] sequence is just that useful.

In contrast, while other sequences only require advancement tasks to appear in the fourth position, the [Almighty Lord] sequence requires completion in every position.

About a quarter of the magic energy in his body had been consumed, but Mir didn't feel any heartache.

Excessive thrift is like an elderly person trying to save on electricity bills in the hot summer, only to end up getting sick from the heat.

This is a classic example of spending a lot of money to accomplish a small task.

Every single place where we switch to using magic essence cannot be omitted.

"It's safe for now, Andrebel. Stay close to me."

"Yes, Lord Mir."

The two entered the cabin, and Mir sniffed the musty smell in the air, a faint look of confusion on his face.

"Logically speaking, a wooden house should not get moldy in this season, and there is a lot of dust inside. Is it because the wind outside blew sand in? That is unlikely."

Does the black mist accelerate the passage of time, or does it hasten the decay of the things within it?

Mir's mutterings drifted over, but Andre Bell didn't disturb him. She simply looked out the window, where there was nothing. The "fake Mir" she had seen in yesterday's surveillance footage, or even those three strange figures, were nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Mill, now might be a good time to go out; there's nothing outside right now."

Upon hearing this, Mir also glanced outside.

From his perspective, a lot of flesh and blood flowed out of the black mist, covering many things as well.

The writhing flesh seemed to possess life, constantly converging and moving.

Mil firmly remembered the patterns the system had summarized for him. He didn't look at those things, and said to Andrebell beside him:

"Remember the rules I told you yesterday, don't break any of them, you absolutely must remember them."

"Yes, Mr. Mill."

When he said these words, Anderbel's face turned slightly red, and he stammered a little.

What should you call me?

"Yes, yes, darling..."

"Outside, we are husband and wife. Don't forget that anyone who calls you by your real name is something from the black fog. I will also call you 'darling.' Don't forget that."

Anderbel nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment.

The door to the wooden house was pushed open, revealing a desolate world outside.

Everything was almost the same as before the black fog arrived, yet it gave people a feeling of utter desolation.

The fog was very thick, and the sky revealed a faint, almost imperceptible light.

It was pitch black; you could barely see more than three meters away.

Mil turned around and took Andrebel's hand:

"Come with me, and remember what I told you."

"Yes, darling, I will."

When Andre Bell said these words, he did so naturally, as if the two of them were really husband and wife.

Deep within the thick fog, Mir could only hear a faint call.

"You had no choice; from the beginning, there was only one path to take."