In the distant sky, a new moon suddenly appeared. The moon was like a giant eye, mist flowing within the eye, falling thickly, covering the mountain tops, cascading down the cliffs, and surging down the valleys, getting closer and closer.
During the foggy moonlit night, staying under a tree is not safe. But Chen Shi has not yet returned.
Peng Yan'er grabbed Chen Shi's skeleton, trying desperately to fly, but Chen Shi was too heavy for her to lift. Peng Yan'er had to drag the skeleton bit by bit to the tree, gather some stones, and cover the skeleton.
From the mist came waves of soul-shaking roars, and the massive bodies of creatures were faintly visible in the fog.
The sound of chains vibrating came from the Four-legged Tripod, as if the dry bones inside the tripod had come alive in the mist, struggling fiercely to drag the big tripod.
Peng Yan'er hurriedly flew up, darting into the ancient locust tree, shutting the doors of her home.
