King-level strange stories.
Mirage of fog.
“Don’t look, don’t listen, don’t answer.”
Suo Wuchang whispered from the side.
But a step too late, Mi August opened the giant eye that encompassed everything in the misty world and looked over.
She saw the huge waves in her eyes, saw the sky falling apart and the earth cracking, saw the thunder, and she also saw the calm sea and the rare vegetation under the whirlpool.
A vast voice that seemed to be blown by the sea breeze sounded in her mind.
She listened carefully.
is a poem.
The voice asked her the answer to the riddle.
So this is a guessing poem.
While Mi August was thinking, the leading spiritual master had already spoken the answer loudly.
The leading spiritual master must have prepared the answer to the riddle in advance.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to think of the answer so quickly due to the state of being forced to endure some huge pressure.
After telling the answer to the poem, the leading spiritual master quickly read out a poem, which was also a poem riddle.
The overwhelming one eye seemed to be closed in thought, and the world became clear.
All the spiritual masters felt the pressure on their bodies disappear and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The leading spiritual master Shen He said, “Let’s go quickly.”
The spirit ship sailed forward quickly.
Mi August looked sideways at the place where the giant eye disappeared, and murmured: “The mist is misty…”
As soon as he stood up, Suo Wuchang held his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” He lowered his voice and could still hear the fear.
Mi August shook his head innocently.
Suo Wuchang stared at her closely and warned: “Summon the Mirage of Mist one more time and we will be dead.”