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

Although the situation in Song Zaixian and Bengshan has temporarily stabilized, the crisis is far from over.

The one-eyed white boy is still missing, and the threat from the mountain patrolman hangs like the Sword of Damocles over their heads; this hurdle has clearly not yet been overcome.

Even more terrifying is that if they continue to stay and inhale more of that eerie mist, there is no guarantee that their memories will not be erased again, leading to another deadly battle between brothers.

To avoid the worst-case scenario, the two, despite their injuries and disordered internal energy, had to grit their teeth and continue exploring.

In the world of ghost stories, any delay could be fatal; they have long been accustomed to moving forward amidst pain.

After getting used to the unfamiliar feeling brought by that part of his mutated body, Bengshan tried to mobilize the cold and powerful force within it. After confirming that it was temporarily under control, he struggled to stand up.

He habitually walked ahead, clearing the way for Song Zaixian.

However, after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped and stood still.

Song Zaixian, who was following behind, almost bumped into his broad back. Startled, he immediately looked around warily and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Did you find something?"

He thought that Bengshan had sensed the hidden danger.

Unexpectedly, Bengshan slowly turned around, his face no longer showing the previous teasing and ease, but instead an unprecedented seriousness, even with a hint of determination.

He stared intently at Song Zaixian and said in a deep voice, "Promise me one thing."

His tone was so solemn that Song Zaixian's heart jumped into his throat, and a chill ran down his spine.

He feared that Bengshan might have seen through his disguise and realized his "strange" nature.

"Go on," Song Zaixian said, trying to keep his voice steady, but his fingertips felt slightly cold.

Bengshan raised his right hand, which was an unnatural bluish-gray color and covered with dark purple patterns, and looked at it with a complicated expression, as if he were looking at a dangerous object that could explode at any moment.

He spoke clearly and firmly, enunciating each word: "If one day I lose control of this power and become completely monstrous, you must kill me before I harm the innocent!"

This is the bottom line for Bengshan, and also the deep-rooted obsession and kindness in his soul.

His relatives, many of his former colleagues and partners, all died tragically at the hands of a mysterious force.

His hatred for the bizarre was deep-seated.

Although he has survived by chance and with the help of strange powers, he will never allow himself to become the very thing he once hated, to harm other innocent lives.

We would rather perish completely than live like a walking corpse and do evil.

These words struck Song Zaixian's heart like a heavy hammer, making his soul tremble.

He never imagined that someone who had experienced life and death and undergone such a physical transformation could still maintain such pure kindness and such firm principles.

Compared to the collapsing mountain, he, the chosen one who sometimes had to resort to extreme measures to survive and complete his mission, seemed exceptionally insignificant.

Song Jae-hyun is the chosen one, and his ultimate goal is to leave this world after completing his mission.

The promises made at this moment may ultimately be nothing but empty talk that cannot be fulfilled, or even a deception, to the world.

But looking into Beng Shan's eyes, which were filled with determination and trust, Song Zai Xian put aside all his distracting thoughts, and his face showed an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity.

He met Bengshan's gaze and, in an almost vow-like tone, subtly replied, "I promise you. As long as I am in this world, as long as you become a monster, I will personally end you, no matter what." This promise was cleverly limited to the timeframe of "one day I am in this world."

He responded to the mountain's request, soothing his current unease, while also leaving room for his possible "departure," without making an eternal promise that could not be fulfilled.

For Bengshan, who was unaware of the inside story, this was the most steadfast and reliable guarantee.

Bengshan gave Song Zaixian a deep look, as if trying to confirm the sincerity of his promise from his eyes.

After a moment, he nodded heavily, his face regaining that slightly roguish yet reassuring smile: "Alright! It's settled then! Let's go, stop dawdling, hurry up and find that little guy, get out of this godforsaken place!"

The two said no more, burying this heavy promise in their hearts, and once again mustered their spirits to carefully continue exploring deeper into the mist.

The trust between them, after being tested by life and death and secrets, seemed to have become even more unbreakable.

The viewers outside the big screen, watching the dramatic turn of events in the South Korean live broadcast room, which ultimately averted disaster—at least for now—couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

This is a fortunate ending amidst misfortune. Although the process was heartbreaking, at least both of them survived, and their friendship withstood the test.

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the curiosity of countless viewers was piqued again, and they all turned their attention to the live broadcast room of the neighboring Dragon Kingdom.

Song Zaixian and Bengshan have temporarily stabilized their situation. I wonder how things are going with Zhang Tianshi?

Will Zhang Tianshi and the chairman also fall victim to this, resulting in a chaotic battle of memory erasure?

With Zhang Tianshi's strength, killing the chairman shouldn't be a problem, but I'm curious, if the chairman were also seriously injured and on the verge of death, would Zhang Tianshi save him?

If the chairman also becomes a half-monster, can he accept it? He seems much more arrogant and obsessive than Bengshan! Besides, he personally killed the former chairman who was a half-monster.

: Yes, the chairman is a top boss in Marek, proud and arrogant. How could he tolerate himself becoming that inhuman and ghostly appearance?

I feel that if something goes wrong on Zhang Tianshi's side, the situation will be more exciting and harder to handle than here!
Quick! Switch over and check out the Dragon Kingdom's live stream!
In the world of supernatural tales, Zhang Yangqing was unaware of the joys and sorrows unfolding in the other chosen ones' live streams; he was currently facing his own crisis.

After deciphering the tragic "last words" of the white-skinned pseudo-man, he knew that he should not linger in this forbidden place and must find a way to break the spell as soon as possible, otherwise things would change.

However, trouble always follows.

Just as they were trying to find a way out, the thick fog around them suddenly surged violently, and dozens of strange pseudo-humans of different shapes, but all exuding a powerful and twisted aura, roared and charged out from every corner of the fog like sharks that had smelled blood!

Unlike the white-skinned pseudo-humans, they are not purposeful; they only have a pure desire to kill and devour.

A melee broke out instantly!
Zhang Yangqing and the chairman are powerful enough to protect themselves and even fight back against these imposters, but the four children are a clear weakness.

With limited strength, it was fortunate that they didn't become a burden on such a chaotic battlefield. They were forced to become separated from Zhang Yangqing and the others under the onslaught of the fake men, and fled in panic in one direction.

The four children ran frantically, until they were forced into a relatively narrow dead end formed by several huge, strange rocks.

Before they could catch their breath, seven or eight exceptionally strong and even more distorted and terrifying grotesque pseudo-humans appeared from the fog like ghosts, completely blocking their escape route.

These dummy figures, dripping with a viscous black liquid, emitted a sickening sizzling sound and a low growl as they slowly approached.

The leading pseudo-human was taller than the others of its kind, its body covered with sharp protrusions like bone armor, and the end of one of its twisted arms had transformed into a huge bone scythe.

It looked at the four "little snacks" huddled in the corner, trembling, and let out a sharp, piercing, mocking, and cruel screech, as if to say: You can't escape now, you little snacks! (End of Chapter)