Chapter 121 Poison Miasma
As everyone was hurrying forward, they suddenly heard a huge, earth-shattering explosion behind them.
The sound was deafening, as if it was going to tear the entire world apart.
Everyone stopped and stood still, looking back in amazement.
I saw the Wulian Villa in the distance, which was now engulfed by a raging fire.
Flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed.
The once magnificent building was crumbling in the flames.
Gradually collapsed and turned into ruins.
Everyone looked at this scene, their hearts filled with shock and emotion.
Marvel at the power of destruction.
In the reflection of the fire, everyone's face was dyed with a layer of orange-red light.
The light revealed complex emotions.
The once magnificent Wulian Villa has now become a hell on earth.
The originally towering buildings collapsed to the ground, and the broken walls and ruins piled up like a mountain.
The charred wooden beams were crisscrossed in all directions, and wisps of black smoke were emitted from time to time.
The once exquisite pavilions and waterside terraces have disappeared, leaving only huge deep pits and broken bricks and stones.
In the garden of the villa, those beautiful flowers had long been devoured by the raging fire and turned into scorched earth.
The water in the pond dried up and the mud at the bottom of the pond was cracked by the high temperature.
The once gorgeous glazed doors and windows were blown to pieces, with debris scattered all over the ground, flickering strangely under the light of the fire.
The murals on the walls were burned beyond recognition, leaving only blurry traces.
The entire Wulian Villa was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and burnt food. The air was also mixed with dust and ashes, making it difficult to breathe.
Occasionally, crackling sounds of burning could be heard in the ruins, as if the villa was making its last dying struggle.
The former prosperity and solemnity are gone, leaving only silence and desolation.
Prosperity is like a dream, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Lingyin and Miaoyan supported each other and quickly caught up with everyone.
Mo Zhifei looked at Jiang Lingyin, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You little loser, you are still so cruel!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Lingyin just glanced at him indifferently without making any comment.
She took a deep breath and said, "Let's go quickly. There's no time to lose. The Golden Deer Mountain is just ahead."
When everyone heard this, they quickened their pace, feeling a little nervous about the unknown ahead.
Jiang Lingyin looked ahead with a determined and hopeful look in her eyes. Jinlu Mountain was the new hope.
I heard at night that Jing's life depended on it.
Jiang Lingyin walked hurriedly, but her hands were not idle either. She took out bottles of special healing pills from her arms.
Distribute them to everyone as you walk.
Everyone took the pills.
Mo Zhifei was also very surprised when he looked at the pill in his hand.
I couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get such a magical medicine?"
When Jiang Lingyin heard this, she smiled mysteriously, and a hint of cunning flashed in her smart eyes.
Said: "I'll tell Senior Mo later."
Mo Zhifei shook his head helplessly, but did not ask any more questions and just swallowed the pill.
Feeling the magical effect of the medicine spreading in the body, the pain in the wound gradually eased.
With the help of Jiang Lingyin, everyone became more spirited and quickened their pace towards Jinlu Mountain.
Soon, Jiang Lingyin brought everyone to the only entrance to Jinlu Mountain.
At the entrance, there are towering mountains on both sides, like two huge guardians, majestic and solemn.
On the top of the mountain, ancient trees are towering, with branches and leaves intertwined together, forming a dense green canopy. Only a little moonlight struggles to shine through the gaps, forming patches of mottled light and shadows on the ground.
The ground under my feet was covered with thick fallen leaves and rotten branches, giving off a damp and decayed smell.
From time to time, unknown small insects shuttled among them, making tiny noises.
The mountain wind whistled through the narrow entrance, bringing with it a hint of coolness that made everyone's clothes rustle.
The sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with some strange noises, as if they were the whispers of this mysterious mountain.
In front of the entrance, a winding path is vaguely visible, hidden in the dense grass and thorns.
Wild flowers and weeds grow wildly on the roadside, and the flowers sway gently in the breeze, but they can't hide the eerie feeling of this place.
The other three sides of the mountain are surrounded by bottomless cliffs.
The steep mountain wall was as smooth and straight as if it had been split by a huge axe, with almost no place to climb.
Looking down, you can only see clouds and mist, which is bottomless, as if it is an abyss leading to endless darkness, which makes people shudder.
On the edge of the cliff, there are jagged rocks, some of which look like ferocious beasts, and some like sharp fangs, as if warning people who try to approach.
The strong wind whistled past, making a sharp whistling sound, like a roar from hell.
At the entrance of Jinlu Mountain, the air was filled with misty miasma.
Like a layer of strange gauze, flowing slowly.
The miasma had a strange color, a mixture of dark green and dark purple, and emitted a disgusting fishy smell.
Mo Zhifei's face was solemn and he quickly stretched out his arm to stop everyone.
He shouted loudly: "Stop, don't move forward rashly!"
Jiang Lingyin also spoke up to stop him at the same time, her voice was urgent and loud: "Wait! Don't go in! It's poisonous!"
Chu Tianxun and Shanying were impulsive and wanted to rush in directly, but when they heard the urgent shout, they stopped abruptly.
Chu Tianxun widened his eyes, looking at the mysterious miasma with lingering fear.
Shanying was unwilling to give up. He clenched his fists and said, "What should we do? Are we going to be trapped here?"
Jiang Lingyin frowned slightly, staring at the slowly surging miasma.
Mo Zhifei looked serious, his eyes swept over everyone, and said, "Everyone, don't act rashly. Wait until we find a way to deal with this extremely poisonous miasma before making any plans."
Jiang Lingyin looked at the pervasive miasma, without any fear in her eyes, but instead a bit more calmness and confidence.
She just closed her eyes slightly, concentrated her mind, and mobilized her own space.
In an instant, a faint light appeared around her.
When she opened her eyes again, several exquisite protective masks appeared in her hands.
"Everyone, put this on!"
Jiang Lingyin said loudly, and then handed the mask to everyone.
Then, she took out bottles of antidote from the space and distributed them to everyone.
"Take this, it will enhance our resistance to miasma."
Afterwards, Jiang Lingyin took out some mugwort and calamus, quickly lit them, and let the smoke with a special aroma spread.
"Follow me, and get as close to this smoke as you can."
She walked ahead, burning herbs in her hands.
Jiang Lingyin took out special protective clothing from the space and asked everyone to put it on to ensure that their bodies were exposed to the miasma as little as possible.
In addition, a layer of detoxifying ointment was carefully applied to everyone's skin.
"Everyone follow me closely, pay attention to the wind direction, and walk upwind."
Jiang Lingyin instructed everyone, and then carefully led everyone into the dangerous miasma.
She walked with firm steps, the herbal smoke in her hands continued to rise, and her eyes were always paying attention to the situation of the people around her.
Under the leadership of Jiang Lingyin, everyone followed closely.