Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The blade is extremely fast.

The journey, originally planned to be nearly 100 kilometers from the destination, is already halfway complete.

And this took less than two hours.

Blackbeard gave a rough estimate of when a dying person would finally breathe their last.

However, the accuracy rate is not high.

An elderly person who seems to be in good health on the surface may very well turn their head and pass away at any moment.

This is why hunters entering the Wailing Wall must photograph at least two guides.

If one of them dies unexpectedly before the due date.

The other person could then lead them to escape this desolate place.

That's why they used all their strength to run wildly through the fog.

Time is so precious to them that it is measured in seconds.

Although they were fast enough, Shia had long since lost her sense of speed due to Lin Gui's manipulation.

Compared to the slow pace, I gradually started to feel bored.

Lin Gui was ahead, still staring intently at the two old men.

His focused expression, the excitement aroused by his thirst for knowledge, would make an unsuspecting person think they were seeing some stunning beauty.

And Eve, who was behind him, was also acting strangely.

Her eyes were slightly lowered, and she looked preoccupied.

Shea didn't want to bother her.

Logically, all sorts of strange whispers should have been running through her mind by now.

Those were auditory hallucinations caused by the erosion of one's mind after inhaling the mist.

Even the "Iron Will" potion cannot completely block it.

Shea was quite curious about what that experience would be like.

Kelin Ghost cast a Clarity spell.

Forget about hallucinations, her mind was perfectly clear right now...

It was as clear and clean as if it had been thoroughly cleaned and formatted.

It felt like the top of my head had been pried open.

Out of boredom, Shia could only reach out and pat Lin Gui on the shoulder.

"Lin Gui, could you help me get the novel from my wooden box?"

"I want that one... 'The Overbearing Dragon's Little Darling Wife'."

Lin Gui didn't even turn his head, he just casually waved his hand behind him.

The small wooden box placed in the corner of the airship clicked softly.

The lid of the box opened slightly on its own.

A book with a pink cover and slightly curled edges floated out from the clothing and storage room.

It glided lightly through the air and landed steadily in Shia's outstretched palm.

"The Overbearing Dragon's Little Darling" is a novel that Xia has been reading recently.

The content is not complicated.

As the most powerful and domineering dragon at the pinnacle of the dragon race, he is incredibly bored in his daily life.

It saw other dragons going to the human kingdom to steal the princess.

Then humans will send heroes to fight back, and a good show will be put on.

The hero won, brought back the princess, and the dragon gained something to boast about.

Over their long lifespans, this became a popular form of "entertainment" among dragons.

The domineering dragon felt he should give it a try, otherwise he would seem outdated.

So it went to the human kingdom and casually kidnapped a princess.

But it seems that the princess had already been secretly drugged.

In the dragon's lair, the two unexpectedly came together.

Afterwards, the princess discovered she was pregnant. Feeling humiliated, she attempted suicide.

Contrary to his usual behavior, the dragon began to treat her in various forceful yet clumsy ways.

Thus begins a complicated story of "children first, love later".

Actually, Shia wasn't very interested in this kind of story formula.

She prefers relationships between strong and courageous girls and gentle, reserved men.

But for some reason, this novel captivated her.

Perhaps it was because... she vaguely saw herself inside.

The dragon deeply loved the princess, but the princess ultimately left due to differences in race and her own mission.

Before long, she might experience something similar.

However, she was not the princess who was forced to leave.

Instead, it was the dragon who watched helplessly as his beloved departed...

As for the princess...

Naturally, he is the "heartless man" who will one day part ways with him.

She gently turned the pages of the book.

When I read the passages where the dragon repeatedly led his young dragons in relentless pursuit of the princess.

Shia's eyes shifted slightly, and she quietly lifted her gaze from the pages of the book.

Finally, the image froze on Lin Gui's oblivious back in front of us.

Her emerald green eyes were churning with complex and unfathomable emotions.

There was a hint of sadness that their future separation was inevitable.

It has a stubbornness that makes it unwilling to let go, much like the dragon in the book.

Deeper still, there lay a small, unspoken resolve within her that she herself had not yet fully grasped.

Her gaze lingered on his back for a long time.

Then, he slightly pursed his lips and gave a mischievous smile.

"Cricket is a noob-level high-level mage."

"Trying to run? Not so easy..."

In stark contrast to the "peaceful" atmosphere on the airship.

Within the thick fog of the Wailing Wall, the four members of Blade's Edge were already deathly pale.

Cold sweat kept seeping from their foreheads and sliding into their collars.

Even breathing became heavy due to the suppressed fear.

Commander Ryan had considered withdrawing the group more than once.

The other members also looked terrified and could only grit their teeth.

He tried to use the exhaustion and sweat from running desperately to cover up the ever-growing sense of unease in his heart.

That was... the absence of sighs.

As a veteran who has been navigating this forbidden territory for many years.

Ryan and his colleagues had never encountered this situation before.

The first time you go deep inside, if you don't hear that chilling sound for a moment...

He would be glad that he was lucky enough to have chosen a "clean" route.

Or perhaps the guide happened to drive away the demons nearby.

But now... it takes a full two hours and more than fifty kilometers!

Apart from the sound of the wind and footsteps, there was only deathly silence.

The ever-present, seemingly whispering lamentations and hissing sounds never rang out again.

This completely overturned all of Ryan's experience.

A dying person could never have such a huge deterrent range.

They are like a faint firefly in the darkness.

It can only illuminate a few steps around you, dispelling any immediate threats.

There is absolutely no way to completely dispel the "darkness" in the entire area.

The feeling, the terrifying silence, was as if a very scary demon was following them.

It made all the ferocious demons that tore apart the souls of countless bounty hunters retreat.

"...What exactly happened?"

The scout carrying the guide spoke in a trembling, dry voice.

If it weren't for the chaotic auditory hallucinations caused by inhaling the fog, it would be a different story.

He thought he was lost in this fog, and that everything he had done was a final recollection before his death.

He couldn't help but look back frequently, as if something was silently following behind him.

But in the thick fog, nothing could be seen.

This unknown, utter "silence" is more chilling than facing a demon head-on.

Ryan gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Above, Lin Gui, sensing the extreme unease of Ryan and the others below, was very puzzled.

He once again carefully scanned his surroundings with his Netherworld Eyes.

In the grayish-white mist, there were only a few very faint blue halos.

Wandering in the far distance, and then...

Seemingly sensing that the dying man Ryan was carrying was approaching, it darted away in a flash.

Besides.

Within the field of vision, there were indeed no signs of any spirit or demon activity.

Lin Gui muttered in confusion:

There's nothing there.

"What are they afraid of?"