The taboo in the shadows!

Li Xin took a step forward, floating in the air. He didn't even move a single bit of the mist, and quietly shuttled through the White mist.

After walking for a short distance, a gargantuan object was reflected in the fog. It was a ghost in the shape of a withered old tree passing by.

It had a weird shape and was covered in barnacles-like things. Its entire body was filled with eyes and teeth, giving off a bloodthirsty aura.

However, after seeing Li Xin, he didn't do anything, as if treating him as one of his own.

Soon, Li Xin passed through the many ghosts, walked out of the swamp, and stepped on the ground.

&Quot; drip, drip, drip ... &Quot; water droplets condensed from Yin Qi kept falling from the branches. The mist was still thick, but they no longer encountered any ghosts on the way. Instead, it became quiet.

The details of the surroundings became more and more familiar. This was the path to the teahouse.