I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Song Zaixian's guess was bold and risky, but in this desperate situation, it seemed to be the only reasonable explanation.

Unlike those twisted monsters filled with pure malice and aggression, this "pseudo-human" behaves in a more purposeful manner.

Of course, Song Zaixian and Bengshan both knew one thing: if this fake man attacked at close range, neither of them would survive.

The only turning point here was the outburst from the one-eyed white boy.

But don't forget, he has some spatial abilities.

While it may not be able to kill the fake man, it can at least buy some time.

Song Zaixian mustered all his courage and forced himself to meet the gaze of the terrifying presence beneath the tree, even though he felt his very soul tremble under the watchful eyes of those pinpoint pupils.

He tried to speak as calmly as possible, addressing those below, "Were you waiting for us?"

Whether the white-skinned imposter understood Song Zaixian's words or not, its slender, bony neck began to rotate at an extremely strange frequency and angle.

The gesture resembled a slow nod, yet it also carried a horizontal shift with a sense of negation, making it impossible to discern whether it intended to express "yes" or "no."

Despite his discomfort, Song Zaixian tried to continue communicating with it: "Are you trying to tell us something? About this area? About how to leave?"

The white-skinned fake man remained silent, its mouth still in that terrifying grinning state.

But it began to gesture with its hands, which were also pale and thin, with sharp, black nails.

Its movements were very strange, sometimes slow and gentle, as if it were caressing something precious, and sometimes it would suddenly become violent, frantically scratching its hair and cheeks, leaving behind trails of black mist.

It pointed at Song Zaixian one moment and at Bengshan the next, its fingers trembling as if it were eager to convey some message.

Song Zaixian and Bengshan stared wide-eyed, intently watching its every movement, trying to decipher this silent "sign language".

However, this action was completely illogical, filled with confusion and painful emotions, leaving them utterly bewildered and unable to comprehend it.

"Is it writing?" Bengshan whispered, guessing.

Song Zaixian shook his head. He observed carefully and saw that the white-skinned imposter's fingers were just moving randomly in the air, without any formed strokes.

"It doesn't seem like it; it seems to be expressing an emotion or a vague concept?"

Song Zaixian felt as if he could capture a few indescribable fragments of thought.

It was filled with despair, regret, and a heart-wrenching pain, but it was like looking through a thick, grime-covered frosted glass, impossible to see clearly or form any concrete information.

This feeling of being able to sense something but not understand it made him feel even more uncomfortable and anxious.

Just then, the surrounding mist seemed to be drawn in by something, and began to gather even more densely, intensifying the oppressive feeling in the air.

The white-skinned fake man's needle-like pupils suddenly turned blood red, as if thick blood had been dripped into them!
Its "smile" was distorted and deformed, its mouth was stretched even wider, almost tearing to the back of its head, revealing more of its white teeth, and its expression became extremely ferocious and terrifying!
It suddenly clutched its head and let out a silent but sharp screech that directly pierced the soul!
A powerful killing intent, overwhelming resentment, endless regret, and pain swept outwards like a tangible wave!
Even though the surrounding trees were kept at a safe distance, their branches and leaves began to sway wildly and wither!
"Oh no! Run! It's out of control!"

Song Zaixian's expression changed drastically. He could no longer care about anything else. He grabbed the one-eyed white boy, who was nearly paralyzed with fear, and together with Bengshan, they fled with all their might towards the direction farthest from the "safe tree," instantly disappearing into the thick fog. Almost all the Chosen Ones experienced something similar to Song Zaixian's when they encountered this white-skinned imposter.

Unable to understand, communication failed, and in the end, he fled in a sorry state before the fake person went out of control. His consciousness became even more blurred under that mental shock, and he was filled with confusion about the future.

However, there are always exceptions.

Zhang Yangqing and the chairman of the Dragon Kingdom, along with the four children who had already gained considerable trust in them, also arrived in this area.

They too were attacked by the ghostly hand from the ground, but Zhang Yangqing simply stepped down casually, and a flash of chaotic energy appeared beneath his feet. The ghostly hand was as if it had been suppressed by an invisible mountain, instantly stiffening, shattering, and dissipating into a wisp of black smoke.

Those bizarre fruits that attempted to attack were crushed to pieces by the shadow energy casually unleashed by the chairman, their juices flowing freely and emitting a stench like rotten blood.

They practically trampled their way to the lonely "normal" tree, and naturally saw the white-skinned fake man under the tree.

The chairman's pupils contracted slightly the moment he saw the white-skinned imposter.

With his strength and perception, he could clearly sense the terrifying and chaotic energy contained within this seemingly quiet "pseudo-human," and the oppressive feeling of its rules even made him feel a little apprehensive.

He quickly calculated in his mind that if it were a one-on-one fight, he would probably only have a 50/50 chance of winning, or even less.

Fortunately, Zhang Yangqing was right next to him, which made him feel much more at ease.

Two against one and we still can't beat them? I refuse to believe it.

With their numerical advantage, they naturally became bolder.

Perhaps in Zhang Yangqing's eyes, he was an accomplice, but in his eyes, Zhang Yangqing was also a trump card.

Seeing that the white-skinned imposter was merely maintaining his grotesque grin and showed no immediate intention to attack, the chairman composed himself, stepped forward, and mimicked Zhang Yangqing's earlier attempt to extract information, asking:
"Are you here to tell us something?"

The white-skinned fake man reacted the same way as before, his neck turning strangely, as if nodding or shaking his head.

The chairman looked completely bewildered, and subconsciously turned to look at Zhang Yangqing, his eyes clearly saying: What does this mean? Dude, can you translate this for me?
He was just asking for help out of habit, without having much hope, since the way this thing was expressed was too abstract.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Yangqing merely glanced at the white-skinned imposter, a glint of light seemingly emanating from his purple eyes, before calmly translating, "He is saying, 'Yes, and no.'"

The chairman was taken aback, then realized it made sense!
This strange gesture of both nodding and shaking the head can indeed be aptly explained as "yes and no"!

His gaze toward Zhang Yangqing suddenly held a hint of surprise. This guy could even understand this?

Next, the white-skinned pseudo-human began to perform more complex and painful actions.

It sometimes holds its head in its hands and curls up its body, showing extreme pain;
At times, she would reach out her hand, as if wanting to embrace something, her movements gentle yet filled with sadness;
It used its fingernails to draw two blurry, nestled human figures in the air, then frantically erased one of them;
It pointed to its heart, then to the distance, its eyes revealing endless longing and despair.
These actions seemed like gibberish to other chosen ones, but Zhang Yangqing seemed to be able to see through these appearances and directly read the fragmented yet intense thoughts contained within them.

Like a simultaneous interpreter, he calmly and clearly recounted that cursed tragedy:

"He said that he and his wife did not originally belong here. They came to the Undying Mountain for something, and while crossing a special mist, they lost their memories of each other and forgot their purpose. A new, vague memory was forcibly implanted into their minds, along with a vague rule prompt." (End of Chapter)