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

The thick fog, like a gray sandstorm, rushed towards the two of them, so thick it was suffocating, and had a strong hallucinogenic and drowsy effect.

Song Zaixian and Bengshan felt a sharp pain in their eyes, making it impossible for them to open them. Then, a strong sense of dizziness struck them, and their consciousness seemed to sink into a quagmire, quickly becoming blurred and slumping.
"Be careful!" Bengshan only managed to utter a half-sounded, indistinct warning before collapsing to the ground along with Song Zaixian, falling into a deep, forcibly imposed coma.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Zaixian's eyelids twitched a few times with difficulty, and he slowly opened them.

My vision was blurry, and my head felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

He struggled to sit up, but felt completely powerless.

Just then, in the thick fog before his eyes, as if projected, a line of blood-red text, seemingly written with boiling blood, clearly appeared.

That was the rule that Zhang Yangqing had glimpsed briefly on the original world's rule list, thinking it might be a mistake or "shielded" by some force.

Zhang Yangqing had found it strange at the time, but now, this rule, clear and tempting like a devil's whisper, was presented to all the chosen ones who had ventured deep into this place:
[Rule 11: If you are trapped in the Forbidden Land, you can leave by killing other outsiders.]

The blood-red color was glaring and ferocious, like a demon's grin, full of primal malice and provocation.

At the same time, Song Zaixian felt as if a piece of his memory had been forcibly ripped out.

He still retains his core memories: who he is, where he comes from, and that he entered the Undying Mountain in search of the Undying Tree.

But who did he come with? The companion who fought alongside him, supported him, and had just been angrily trying to wake him up... That memory became a blank, as if he had been alone from beginning to end, stepping into this despairing and forbidden land.

He looked around blankly, seeing only a thick, impenetrable fog and the blood-red rule that hovered before him, exuding an ominous aura.

Seeing this, the viewers watching on the big screen were on tenterhooks, and the live chat was instantly flooded with pessimism and worry:
Oh no! The classic infighting ending is about to begin!

I almost couldn't bear to watch anymore, it was too heartbreaking. They clearly had such a good relationship.

As a fellow townsman of Song Zai Xian, I have mixed feelings. I hope he can survive and complete the game, but if he dies after Beng Shan, how will he face himself after regaining his memories?

The guilt of killing a close friend with one's own hands must be a more terrible torment than death, right?
Once his mind breaks down, even if he survives this time by sheer luck, he will find it difficult to go far in the world of ghost stories in the future.

This is the most vicious aspect of the Undying Mountain; it kills people by destroying their spirit.

Inside the forbidden land, Song Zaixian shook his still somewhat dizzy head and struggled to stand up completely.

To his surprise, he found that the wounds on his body that had been burning and bleeding had mostly healed, leaving only some shallow scars and a little ache, and his strength had also recovered considerably.

It was as if that strange period of unconsciousness had simultaneously brought about some kind of rapid healing effect.

"The rules say that killing other outsiders allows you to leave," Song Zaixian muttered to himself, his brow furrowed, as rational thinking began to take over again.

"But besides me, who else is here? The rules can't be wrong, or there are some conditions that need to be triggered?"

He looked around; the fog was still thick, but it seemed to be thinner than before, and visibility had improved slightly.

Just as he was wondering, he heard a series of rustling sounds coming from the bushes not far away, clearly the sound of someone moving carefully!
Song Zaixian was startled. Almost instinctively, he moved as nimbly as a raccoon, silently climbing up a strange tree with relatively dense foliage beside him. Using the twisted branches and mist to conceal himself, he held his breath and carefully observed the source of the sound.

A tall, burly man, as imposing as an iron tower, cautiously emerged from the mist.

The burly man was dressed in a strangely styled outfit that was stained and slightly damaged. His face showed obvious vigilance and confusion as he looked around, seemingly searching for something.

Song Zaixian's eyes narrowed: Judging from his clothes and appearance, his style is completely different from that of our world. Although he tried to conceal it, this clumsy disguise could not fool my eyes at all! He must be the 'other outsider' mentioned in the rules!
Having regained his composure, Song Zaixian immediately began a rapid analysis: the boy with the single white eye was still awaiting rescue in unknown danger, and he had to leave this horrible place as soon as possible! Since the rules had indicated the method, this outsider in front of him was his 'key'!
A cold determination to achieve his goal began to spread in his heart.

He completely forgot that the "stranger" in front of him was none other than Bengshan, his partner who had shared life and death with him.

At this moment, the memories of the collapsing mountain are also distorted.

He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a very important, worrying, somewhat impulsive but kind-hearted friend who was in danger and waiting for him to rescue him.

He had to leave this misty place that was trapping him as soon as possible! And the way to leave was clearly imprinted in his mind: find and kill another "outsider"!
Bengshan was actually quite calm, but he was quickly overwhelmed by his urgency to save his friend and the force of the rules, becoming resolute and full of menacing energy.

Just as Bengshan was concentrating on sensing his surroundings and trying to find the hidden "outsider," a sudden change occurred!
From the treetop above his head, a short blade, sharpened with a cold, eerie blue light, appeared without warning, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, silently piercing straight for the top of his head!
This attack was ruthless and cunning, seizing the moment when he was distracted!
Fortunately, at the very moment the short blade sliced ​​through the leaves, making an extremely faint sound, Beng Shan's combat instincts, honed through countless life-or-death battles, came into play!
His scalp tingled, and without thinking, he violently blocked upwards with the giant hand covered in earthy yellow energy!

"Qiang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and sparks flew everywhere!
The poisoned short blade was slammed away by the palm strike containing immense force, but the strange power attached to the blade tip still made his arm go numb and a stinging pain came from his palm.

Bengshan was both shocked and furious. He looked up abruptly and saw a blurry figure. The attack missed its mark and immediately disappeared like a ghost into the dense foliage and mist.

"Hmph! You stinking rat in the gutter, all you do is hide your head and tail, you're asking for death!"

Bengshan roared, his voice like muffled thunder, echoing in the silent mist.

He adopted a defensive stance, his muscles bulging, like an enraged lion, and began to lock onto the area where Song Zaixian was hiding.

Familiar companions, now transformed into mortal enemies with whom they must fight to the death under distorted rules and memories. (End of Chapter)