Over there at the Corpse Puppet...
The Black Fog Monster had dragged him close to the source of the sound... Besides the initial muffled sound, a much stranger noise soon followed as they approached...
"Creak... Creak..."
It sounded like some creature was grinding its teeth...
Ling Mo immediately felt a hint of foreboding, but the Black Fog Monster was evidently more excited. As it suddenly picked up speed, a huge dark shadow quickly appeared before the Corpse Puppet...
This dark shadow seemed to be lying atop a pile of something, surrounded by a layer of black fog. However, unlike the Black Fog Monsters, the fog wasn't emanating from all over its body, but rather from...
"Is this damn thing a weasel transformation?!" Ling Mo's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he instinctively glanced at another "exit". "At least it won't be breathing out from there..."
"Caw..." At that moment, the Black Fog Monster pressed his head down and gestured to him twice.
