"It seems like we shouldn't proceed further into the forest." Bai Qinghao was also thinking over this matter. "The mist around the forest ahead hasn't dissipated despite the hot sun. It seems like this isn't a regular mist. It contains poison. This person must have died from inhaling the poisonous mist."
Fang Xinxin scanned their surroundings. "In that case, perhaps we should head to the other side of the island. There may be inhabitants there."
Bai Qinghao nodded. "This is someone who lived on the island. Even a 'local' died. We can't take the risk of breathing in the mist." He deliberated over it. "We can make a raft from bamboo and travel along the outskirts of the island for a look."
"En." Fang Xinxin agreed.
"We'll have to cut a lot of bamboo then." Bai Qinghao glanced at the hatchet neary the corpse. He instructed Fang Xinxin. "My wife, take a few steps back. I'll go retrieve the hatchet."
