After hearing what his soldier said, Nalan Mengxiong frowned slightly.

"Did you tell me what happened?" Nalan Mengxiong said as if his face became unhappy.

After saying this, a member of the field team on the side quickly said: "The old chief didn't say anything, he only said it was a big deal."

After hearing these words, Nalan Mengxiong snorted.

"Okay, I understand. Send a telegram to the Central District and tell them that I will go back soon." Nalan Mengxiong said coldly.

The members of the field team on one side quickly retreated.

After retreating again, I saw Mr. Zhong on the side laughing.

"There's nothing you can do about it. Who told you to be a soldier?"

As Mr. Zhong finished speaking, Nalan Mengxiong rolled his eyes at him.

"Yang Hua, please open that box and take a look. I want to see what the Poison Emperor's daughter gave you?" Nalan Meng Xiongdao said.

I saw Yang Hua slowly taking out a box as big as a square palm from his pocket.

After taking out the extremely precious box in front of them, everyone's eyes were focused on the box that Su Su finally gave to Yang Hua before she died.

She said at the time: "This box can help Yang Hua."

And it can be seen that the Poison King's expression changed drastically at that time.

Is there something weird about this box?

After Yang Hua took out the box in front of him, he reached out and slowly opened it. At this time, everyone was staring at Yang Hua's hand motionlessly.

After Yang Hua slowly opened the box, a strange scene appeared.

Suddenly something like smoke seemed to come out from the box. It looked like the smoke exhaled by a smoker. The only difference was that the smoke exhaled by a smoker was white smoke, and this time it came out.

It was black smoke.

But he said that the smoke had only color and no smell, the moment it came out of it.

Zhong Tiandao's face suddenly changed, and at the same time he shouted loudly: "Hold your breath! Hold your breath quickly!"

With a loud roar, no one was breathing at this time.

They all stared at the black smoke in front of them with a pair of unbelievable eyes.

The wisp of smoke seemed to have a soul, suddenly floating in the air. When all of them held their breath, the wisp of black smoke seemed to have lost its direction, twisting and turning not knowing where to go.

There.

Then I saw the smoke slowly begin to rise, rise, and when it was almost reaching the roof, it suddenly dissipated.

There becomes nothing.

"ah?"

"I can't believe that the black witch clan is still alive in the world."

Over there, I saw Mr. Zhong, whose face was red because he had held it in for too long, suddenly gasped and said.

Nalan Mengxiong and Yang Hua on the side all exhaled a long breath after seeing Zhong Lao Neng breathing in front of them, and then took a few deep breaths.

"Mr. Zhong, what happened just now?"

Yang Hua, who was puzzled over there, asked.

Nalan Mengxiong on the side also raised his eyes at this time and said: "Little old man, what are you doing? What on earth was that just now?"

As the two asked, Mr. Zhong's expression slowly softened, and he suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Foggy bug!"

An unfamiliar word suddenly came out of Mr. Zhong's mouth.

"Foggy bug?"

"What kind of fog bug?"

Nalan Mengxiong over there blinked his eyes and asked in confusion. Nalan Yanran and Yang Hua on the other side both looked suspicious and looked at Mr. Zhong in front of them in confusion.

Mr. Zhong did not explain too much to them, but suddenly took out a book from a cloth bag hanging on his waist.

The bark of the book seemed to be made of sheepskin. It had turned black but was not rotten. The paper on it looked to be at least a few hundred years old.

And they are all in seal script.

After taking it out, I saw Mr. Zhong slowly opening the book and looking for it in the front.

His eyes were slightly wrinkled, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, his brows wrinkled slightly.

"Found it." Mr. Zhong suddenly said.

After saying this, Mr. Zhong quickly pushed the heavy old books in front of him.

"Look here."

As Zhong Lao stretched out a finger to point at the seal characters on the yellowed paper, there were illustrations on the densely packed tadpole-like seal characters. Yang Hua and Nalan Mengxiong had already put their heads together.

Come and take a look.

The illustration was obviously a puff of black smoke, and there was a skull on top of the smoke.

There is also a row of slightly larger fonts above this picture.

Although it is in seal script, Yang Hua recognizes it.

I saw it written on it: fog bug, fog of death.

There is also a row of small seal characters explaining: Fog bugs originated in the ancient forests of North America. They are a strange, strange and deadly creature. Every year, thousands of people die due to fog bugs in the ancient forests of North America.

However, no trace of rescue has been found.

When they suddenly saw such fonts, Yang Hua and Nalan Mengxiong in front of them were all stunned.

"Is this the thing just now?" Nalan Mengxiong suddenly said with eyes blinking in disbelief.

Zhong Tiandao on the side nodded slowly.

Then he reached out and slowly closed the old, antique-like book in front of him.

"That's right! The thing just now was a fog bug!"

"Although it says that the origin is from North America, this is not the case."

Just listen to Mr. Zhong frowning and say.

"What do you mean?" Yang Hua asked anxiously over there.

Just listen to Mr. Zhong slowly say: "Actually, this kind of fog bug first appeared in Thailand and Myanmar."

After Mr. Zhong said this, Yang Hua and Nalan Mengxiong were all stunned.

"ah?"

"And it is said that this kind of fog bug is an indispensable thing for the black witch clan to cast spells."

"According to legend, in the mid-18th century, King Nacha (a tribal leader in Thailand in the mid-18th century) was injured by a black wizard from the black witch tribe using fog bugs, and later died of his injuries."

"It was also from that time that the government troops began to kill all the black witches. Anyone who heard about the black witches or talked about the deeds of the black witches would kill them all."

"In the late 18th century, the Thai people were worried about whether their heads would fall off."

"Later, after half a century of massacre, the black witch clan really hid. Some said they were killed, some said they were hidden, but what is the reality? The black witch clan escaped on their own.
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