C127 Yan Yun Fan Xiufeng
C127 Yan Yun Fan Xiufeng
Steward Feng, who had just hung up the phone, looked into the distance at the Xiufeng Mountain, which seemed to be covered by a layer of cloud and mist. He murmured with a dull look in his eyes.
"Mr. Meng is really a god..."
There was a huge cloud on the mountainside of the Xiufeng Mountain. Steward Feng was not the only one who saw it. Mu Qingya, who was accompanying Mu An in the sanatorium, also noticed it. After that, the entire sanatorium fell into a state of shock.
The person in charge of the sanatorium quickly dialed the number from the Jiangzhou's Weather Bureau to inquire about the situation.
After all, there were only so many important people here. If any accident were to occur, the person in charge of the sanatorium would be blamed for it even if he died ten thousand times over.
Chief Zhao of the Jiangzhou City Weather Bureau answered the phone personally. He was also confused about the sudden appearance of the clouds. He didn't even know if the clouds were harmful to the human body.
The person in charge of the sanatorium was instantly furious. He scolded the director of the Weather Bureau.
As soon as he hung up the phone, a guard at the door rushed in with a face that looked like he had seen a ghost.
The person in charge, who was already furious, shouted at the flustered guard, "Calm down!"
The police officer had an aggrieved expression as he pointed at the door and stammered, "It's... it's haunted..."
The person in charge frowned when he heard that. He was already 59 years old this year. As long as he could survive this year, he would be able to retire safely and steadily for decades. He would not allow anything to go wrong at the last moment.
The person in charge of the sanatorium pushed the guard away and rushed out of the office. Only then did he realize that the sanatorium was already packed with people.
Patients in blue and white stripes, nurses in white coats, and attending physicians in suits and suits were all pointing at the sky above them. Different from the anxious person in charge, most of them had surprised expressions on their faces.
Click, click, click...
The sound of high heels was heard. Mu Qingya, who was wearing a blue trench coat, accompanied Old Man Mu An and slowly walked to the person in charge's side.
The person in charge quickly greeted, "Old General, why did you also be alarmed? I will handle this kind of small matter. You should quickly enter the house to recuperate. "
Mu Qingya and Old Man Mu An had a strange expression on their faces when they heard this. Mu Qingya pointed at the rolling clouds and clouds like a wave and asked doubtfully, "I have never seen such a natural phenomenon. Are you sure you can handle it well?"
The person in charge was in charge of taking care of so many important people. He would not allow any mistakes to occur. He patted his chest and said confidently, "That is..."
However, when he looked in the direction Mu Qingya was pointing at, his words also came to an abrupt stop.
Everywhere he looked, the entire mountainside was covered by grey clouds. Only the sky above the sanatorium did not have any clouds.
It was as if the sanatorium had set up a protective belt, the thick and heavy lead clouds actually did not dare to take half a step beyond the lightning pool, not a single cloud blocked the sanatorium...
The person in charge looked at the isolated sanatorium and muttered to himself, "This doesn't make sense..."
Unlike the curiosity and suspicion of the crowd, Mu Qingya saw the rolling clouds and instinctively thought of Meng Ran. She quickly dialed Meng Ran's number.
"Hello, Meng Ran, there is suddenly a big fog in Xiufeng Mountain. The sanatorium seems to be fine. How is it over there?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry. Oh right, although the fog didn't cover the sanatorium, remember to remind everyone not to walk into the fog. They will get lost. "
"Ah?"
Mu Qingya, who was confused, wanted to ask Meng Ran how he knew there was no fog in the sanatorium. However, Meng Ran hung up the phone.
The sanatorium and the delicate and pretty villa. It was on both sides of the mountainside. Logically speaking, unless Meng Ran climbed to the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, he shouldn't be able to see the situation in the sanatorium.
Mu Qingya naturally did not understand why Meng Ran would know, but it was all because of Meng Ran.
At this moment, on the other side of the mountain of Xiufeng Mountain, Meng Ran, who was standing on the roof of the villa, put away his phone and looked into the distance.
The entire mountain of Xiufeng Mountain was covered by a layer of grey fog, as if the Xiufeng Mountain was covered by a layer of fog. The scenery became illusory and ethereal, giving people a mysterious feeling.
Meng Ran's eyes finally fell on the Sky Lake. Wisps of water vapor emerged on the surface of the lake. It went straight into the clouds, continuously replenishing the fog that blocked the Xiufeng Mountain.
This fog was the effect of the Cold Mist Formation that Meng Ran had set up!
After sizing it up for a few minutes, Meng Ran nodded his head in satisfaction. However, he sat down cross-legged and formed seals with his hands. He slowly began to circulate the Ethereal Void Refining Formula.
At this moment, the violent Spiritual Energy in the Sky Lake had already been completely devoured by the Dragonhorse. The turbulent waves of the Spiritual Energy had also gradually calmed down. The water-type Spiritual Energy that was being restrained had turned into a tiny stream that flowed into the villa and was absorbed and refined by Meng Ran.
These water-type Spiritual Energy had turned into a thin layer of blue fog that filled the villa. For a moment, the fog lingered around the villa, giving it the feeling of an immortal cave.
"With just the water vapor from the Sky Lake, it's still a little lacking." Meng Ran sighed in his heart.