To avoid unnecessary trouble, Tang Qisheng tore the cloth into strips and distributed them to everyone to cover their eyes.

Li Bai selected a medicinal herb from his personal collection, giving each person a small piece to hold in their mouth, saying it would refresh them.

The tablet was slightly bitter at first, then increasingly bitter, causing Fatty to frown involuntarily.

With everything prepared, everyone uniformly covered their eyes. Fatty gripped the horse's tail tightly, taking a deep breath. He never imagined he would entrust his fate to a horse.

Not only his, but also the doctor's. The doctor's horse had disappeared without a trace, so Jiang Cheng had to stand behind Fatty, grabbing his clothes.

Horse—Fatty—Jiang Cheng, the three temporarily formed a combination, the key to which was the horse.

Just a second before everyone was about to set off, Fatty seemed to be inspired by the bitterness in his mouth, and asked, "Um... I have a question. Why are we foolishly grabbing the horse's tail and following behind, instead of riding them?"

This question stunned everyone, because before, they got lost because they were leading the horses, restricting their movement. Now, they were relying on the horse's instinct, so... everyone chose to look at Jiang Cheng, who proposed the plan.

Jiang Cheng took off his eye cloth and scratched his nose apologetically. "Actually, it's pretty much the same. But since he said so, let's do as he says."

After all this fuss, everyone changed formation and finally set off. But due to Fatty's physique, Jiang Cheng couldn't ride the same horse as him.

Tang Qisheng volunteered to give his horse to Jiang Cheng, and he and Zhu Jie could ride together, but Jiang Cheng politely declined. Jiang Cheng turned and walked towards Shao Tong, "Brother Shao, let's go together."

Shao Tong naturally understood Jiang Cheng's intention, and smiled, "If it can make Brother Jiang feel more at ease, of course, no problem."

Jiang Cheng mounted the horse, put his arm around Shao Tong's waist, and whispered in his ear, "Brother Shao, don't take it to heart. I feel safe by your side."

At the same time, he squeezed the horse's belly with his legs. Without human guidance, the horses began to trot. Judging from the sound of hooves nearby, the horses were heading in the same direction. Next, they could only leave it to fate.

They traveled for an unknown amount of time before the team finally stopped. Jiang Cheng and the others cautiously removed their blindfolds. Surprisingly, the surrounding fog had not dissipated, but the visibility was slightly better. They seemed to be on a ridge.

Standing here and looking around, all they could see was a hazy sea of fog, with the fog constantly churning as if something was rapidly surging within.

Beneath their feet were jagged rocks, occasionally interspersed with half-foot-wide, bottomless cracks. Jiang Cheng and the others couldn't figure out how the horses had managed to get here safely.

But riding horses in such a place was clearly impractical, and they didn't dare to. They were also worried that the horses would be startled and knock them off the cliff. So, everyone tied the horses' reins to nearby trees, came to an open space, and gathered to discuss what to do next.

Suddenly, the horses seemed to be startled by something, and began to struggle violently, rearing up and pulling hard on the reins.

"The horses are spooked!"

Zhang Qizheng rushed over to try to soothe the horses, but was almost trampled by the raised hooves. Fatty even saw fear in the horses' eyes.

With a "snap," the reins tied to the tree were broken, and the strongest horse turned and plunged into the mist.

Then came the second horse.

"Oh no, our supplies are still on the horses!" Tang Qisheng shouted.

Fatty, relying on his agility, managed to remove a lot of dry food and water bags from the agitated horses, but they couldn't hold onto the horses, and they disappeared into the fog.

Just as everyone was hesitating whether to chase after them, they soon heard the horses' neighing from the depths of the fog.

The neighing was extremely shrill, and ended quickly after a few sounds. The mist fell silent.

His scalp tingling, Fatty couldn't help but take a few steps back. Clearly, something else was hiding in the fog.

Yao Shunyu's face turned cold. "It's those ghosts, they're chasing us!"

Without discussion, everyone immediately picked up their food and water bags and moved in the opposite direction of the neighing.

After walking for only a few minutes, they rounded a huge rock, and the scene before them stunned everyone. They saw specks of light appearing in the hazy mist.

The lights were motionless, as if embedded in the mist.

As a gust of wind blew, the fog was gradually lifted like a gauze curtain. After a moment, Fatty's eyes widened. Not far ahead of them, a village appeared.

A muddy path emerged from the mist, winding its way towards the village.

The village in the mist was eerily quiet. The lights they had seen earlier were shining from the village. Usually, lights meant someone lived there.

They walked all the way to the entrance of the village. The village was quiet. What was even more strange was that the lights they had seen earlier had disappeared.

Everyone stopped. Everything here exuded strangeness, as if the lights were just bait, designed to attract them.

Fatty had a sentence stuck in his throat that he dared not say. He felt that this village might be a ghost village.

But looking into the village from the entrance, although the village was not very big, it was well-organized and didn't feel dilapidated or abandoned. Through the low courtyard walls, they could see fishing nets hanging out to dry, as well as some rough tools they couldn't name.

This was a fishing village, that much was obvious. In the open space not far from the entrance of the village, a small wooden boat was overturned, with a large hole in the bottom, which looked like there was no need to repair it.

Just as everyone was hesitating whether to go into the village to take a look, or to continue observing, a strange sound suddenly came from behind them, and then several figures darted out from behind the trees.

They were several strong men, led by a bare-chested man. The man was missing one eye, and held a fishing spear in his hand, pointing directly at Jiang Cheng and the others, and shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing in our village?"

Seeing that the other party was alive, everyone felt relieved. Jiang Cheng explained, "Don't misunderstand, we are from Luo An City. We encountered fog on the way, and the horses we were riding ran away. We don't know the way, so we accidentally stumbled into your village."

"Really?" The one-eyed man stared at Jiang Cheng, his gaze as if to bore a hole through him.

Jiang Cheng spread his hands, very sincerely, "Of course, it's true. We have no malice. As soon as we find our way, we will leave your place immediately."

"Search them."

The man waved his hand, and several other men surrounded them and began to search them. Finally, the things that were searched out were placed on the ground, only food and water, as well as a few books, and some medicinal herbs.

Just as Jiang Cheng and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, they suddenly heard a man say excitedly, "They are really people, not those evil cultivators!"