Nightmare Light

Chapter 40: The Fog at the End of the World
Amid the sounds of fierce fighting, the dim light gradually dissipated.

A huge man, a huge wooden net,
Swinging lanterns, soldiers with guns...

In the huge, chaotic and noisy warehouse, everyone is busy with their own things.

Lin Wang was also busy.

Busy touching the corpse.

The cultist he had punched into the ground was slowly dying, with a wooden sign hanging around his neck.

A pale yellow sun pattern, cracked black lines... except for being a little newer, the rest is exactly the same as the wooden plaque he picked up in the ancestral hall!
Why does this cultist have that wooden sign around his neck?
Dawn and dusk finally come... This wooden sign is most likely the identity proof of this evil cult... What is their relationship with the ancestral hall?
I woke up in that ancestral hall... What is my relationship with that ancestral hall and this group of cultists?
Lin Wang's thoughts were churning wildly.

While thinking, the cultist on the ground twitched a few more times and then became completely motionless.

Lin Wang thought for only a few seconds, and while no one around him was paying attention, he put the wooden sign into his pocket and stood up.

At the same time, the battle on "Fat Tiger's" side also ended with Tian Taozi's shouting.

While the soldiers were busy cleaning up the battlefield, he and Tian Taozi walked towards Lin Wang.

"Hey, hey! Did you see that? I was so awesome!" Tian Taozi's face was filled with joy. "That thunder and that technique I used just now, hehe!"

Qiao Zhiyuan looked sincere and nodded, "It was really impressive. That angle was quite tricky." Then he showed a look of fear, "I almost couldn't block it."

"...Ah." Tian Taozi's expression fell, but then he brightened up again in an instant. "Let's not talk about me! Lin Wang, you were so amazing just now! How did you find him?"

"Brother Lin Wang, thank you for saving me just now." The fat soldier walked over with heavy steps, shield in hand. "Also, I'm curious, how did you find that guy?"

"I started to have doubts the moment I entered this warehouse," Lin Wang gestured for everyone to look at the ground around them. "There are so many wooden boxes in this warehouse, and it's a wooden building... Why is there so much black dust when there aren't any signs of burning in the warehouse?"

He pointed at the two cultists who had been tied up and had restraints on their necks: "Also, when they attacked Old Joe just now, they had a common subtle expression -"

"When normal people fight, their eyes should be fixed on their target, but at that moment, their eyes were looking at a certain place next to Old Joe."

Lin Wang raised his finger in front of his eyes and pointed it forward. "I followed their gaze and found that they were looking at a pile of ashes."

"So I guess there's something wrong with that ash."

Lin Wang finished his words slowly under the increasingly surprised gazes of the deputy commander of the Light Chasing Corps and the sheriff's daughter.

Then he changed the subject and said with a smile, "Actually, if I'm not mistaken, this guy can't actually hurt you... but I hate surprises, so I still took action."

"Ah! How did you guess that!" Tian Taozi shouted.

Qiao Zhiyuan also looked incredulous: "I acted so perfectly, how could you guess it?"

"Your expression is indeed very good. It shows surprise, even fear, just right..." Lin Wang pointed at the corner of his mouth. "But when you turned your head, your masseter muscles tensed for a moment. That's a subconscious reaction when people want to laugh. Although you controlled it quickly... I happened to see it."

"Just happened to see it, just happened to walk to that position, and just happened to hit it with the box... continuous coincidences are no longer coincidences." Qiao Zhiyuan raised his hand and patted Lin Wang on the arm, giving him a deep look. "You are amazing, my friend."

There are only cultists in this place, no little monsters, so from Lin Wang's point of view, this deal is a loss.

Fortunately, there is still the wooden sign... By the way, Fat Tiger has a mission?

Lin Wang pondered for a moment, then said something politely, "Old Qiao, you said before that you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"That's true," Qiao Zhiyuan said seriously, "In the endless fog surrounding this world, there is countless knowledge and secrets."

"Our main mission as the Light Chasing Corps is to conduct in-depth investigations into the fog." "During our most recent investigation, we discovered a mysterious settlement of the Fog Clan and encountered some very strange Fog Clan members."

What are the Mist Tribe?... I remember now... Fortunately, I did some research last night...

While listening to what Lao Qiao said, Lin Wang slowly recalled the past in his mind.

This world is currently a federal country called "Chu".

Before the Federation, it was ruled by a strange imperial dynasty called the "Three Emperors", in which three emperors jointly ruled.

Each of the Three Emperors had a clan, among which the tallest and strongest clan guarded the north and were called the Northerners.

The central part of Chu was ruled by the emperor of the Zhu clan, and most of the people in Tangsheng City were descendants of the Zhu clan.

In the western part of the Chu world is the territory of the Mist Clan.

But strangely, over the past few hundred years, the Mist people have continued to expand and migrate westward. Today, most of them have lost contact with the main residents of the Chu world and have become part of historical stories and urban legends.

Lin Wang thought about this and listened to Qiao Zhiyuan say: "Under normal circumstances, although the Mist Tribe has been deep in the fog for a long time, they are still human beings with normal consciousness and language, and can communicate normally."

"But the Mist people we met this time were very strange."

Lin Wang was digesting the information in Lao Qiao's words. When he heard him say "strange", he subconsciously replied: "Strange in what way?"

"This member of the Mist Clan shows signs of transforming into a Mist Spirit," said Qiao Zhiyuan.

"What?!" Tian Taozi was immediately shocked. "How is this possible?"

"Do I look like someone who would lie?" Old Joe said seriously.

"He may not be lying, but he may be crazy..." the sheriff's daughter muttered in a low voice.

"......" Old Qiao's face trembled, and he looked at Lin Wang again, "We caught a member of the Mist Clan in the fog. He has become a very serious mist spirit. I would like to use your ability to help us investigate him."

"What is Wu Ling?" Lin Wang asked casually before he fully recovered.

"You people in the north fight with Wu Ling every day, how come you don't know about Wu Ling?" Tian Taozi looked curious.

Lin Wang immediately realized that he had let something slip, and he quickly waved his hand: "I wanted to ask: What does mist spiritualization mean?"

"Literally." Old Joe said seriously, as if he were reciting a text. "You all know that in the world of fog, all kinds of monsters are born. These monsters have different forms and abilities, and it's impossible to summarize them... But there are two things that are certain."

"First, the Wuling's thoughts are chaotic, their actions lack logic, and they are completely unable to communicate;"

"Secondly, fog spirits can partially transform themselves into mist, making them very difficult to eliminate."

Lin Wang understood what he said, and his expression gradually became serious: "So, you are saying..."

"The Mist Tribe member we captured has partially turned into mist and is losing the ability to communicate... but that's not the most important thing."

In the warehouse, Lao Qiao's deep tone caused the temperature of the entire warehouse to drop by several degrees.

"The important thing is, we suspect that this incident involving the Mist Clan is related to a conspiracy between Dawn and Dusk."

(End of this chapter)