Nightmare Light

Chapter 52 Collapse Therapy
For Lin Wang and the people of the Wu tribe, the time that has passed in the "time-independent" space is not short.

From the beginning of the conversation, to the battle, and then to the subsequent white fire erosion...

By the time Lin Wang and the Mist Clan members exited that space-time and returned to their original timeline, almost ten minutes had passed.

But to outsiders, only a moment passed.

To Lao Qiao and Tian Taozi, there was no pause between the previous and the next scenes. Just as people cannot tell the difference between the scenes before and after blinking, they could not tell any changes between Lin Wang and the people of the Wu tribe.

From their perspective, the Mist Tribe member suddenly became furious and slapped the ground very hard. Nothing happened after that, so they felt a little embarrassed and shrank back.

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Old Joe laughed heartily. "Ha! The wisdom of our ancestors! This cell is full of barrier devices! There's nothing this Mist Clan person can do!"

Tian Taozi nodded this time, a rare gesture. "I'm going to tell our boss later that the Public Security Bureau should install more devices. Having a jammer is really convenient... A few days ago, a layman went out of control and blew up everything in the Public Security Bureau lobby. It was really scary."

The two continued to watch the show while chatting.

From their perspective, after the Mist Clan member became furious and helpless, he would have to fight with Lin Wang for a few more rounds before Lin Wang could get any information out of him.

Then, they saw Lin Wang reach out, grab the Mist tribe member by the back of his collar, and lift him up.

During this process, the Mist people offered no resistance and were extremely submissive—almost too submissive.

Like a cat with its neck tucked behind its legs.

The two were stunned: "What's going on?"

"He confessed." Lin Wang said, "I have figured out the purpose of the Mist Clan."

"But I didn't see you interrogate him at all!" Old Joe shouted. "I just saw him slap the floor hard, and then..."

"Yes, that's what happened." Lin Wang nodded. "That's called collapse therapy... When the Mist Clan members realized their evil plan didn't work, they collapsed."

The corner of the Mist Clan member's mouth twitched.

"...Why do I feel like you're lying to me?" Old Joe said with a strange look on his face. "It doesn't sound plausible at all."

"Seriously, I'm not kidding you." Lin Wang said seriously, "I'm just joking with you."

Old Joe: “…”

Then, Lin Wang told Lao Qiao and Tian Taozi in detail about how he was dragged into time by the Mist Clan.

Lin Wang concealed something regarding Bai Huo.

But he couldn't hide the strange ability of the Mist Clan, otherwise if they met in the fog, it would likely cause great harm to the Light Chaser.

So when it came to the part about how he escaped from the predicament, Lin Wang glossed over it with "I don't know what happened."

Hearing this, Lao Qiao and Tian Taozi exchanged a look of confusion, "Why are the abilities of the Mist Clan ineffective against Lin Wang?"

"I heard that the Northland has heavy snow all year round, and the people there have a very poor sense of time... Perhaps the Mist Tribe's time ability is only useful to those with a strong sense of time..."

"That makes sense. Next time I explore the fog, I'll select a group of soldiers with a strong procrastination problem..."

Fog tribe member: “…….”

Lin Wang's face trembled, fearing that the two would drift further and further apart, so he quickly changed the subject: "Isn't this the most important thing? The most important thing is the motives of the Fog Clan, right?"

The two of them quickly withdrew their attention.

Old Qiao coughed and said seriously, "Well, go ahead."

Lin Wang shook the Mist Tribe member in his hand and said, "Just say it." "Yes." The Mist Tribe member did not dare to disobey Lin Wang and said with his head down, "My people are in the mist, searching for... or rebuilding their homeland."

"Searching? Rebuilding your hometown?" Old Joe frowned. "Why would you run into the fog to find your hometown?"

"Hometown... Haha, do you think Chu is our hometown...?" The Wu people emphasized the word "ma".

"The Federation has eleven states and over thirty cities. Although they're not large, they're enough for the three tribes to recuperate." Old Qiao frowned. "The Candle Tribe has never done anything to wrong you!"

"No, you don't understand. None of you understand." The Mist Clan member smiled. "All the Candle Clan members, including those from the North, don't understand."

"You... don't understand." He said, "When you one day truly wake up... Ho Ho, Ho Ho!"

The Mist Tribe members suddenly began to convulse, with yellow pus flowing out of their mouths, noses, and eyes. Their bodies were convulsing and trembling as they aged rapidly.

"Medic!" Old Joe shouted.

Immediately, a soldier with dark skin ran out from the darkness. When he got closer, Lin Wang saw that the soldier was not dark-skinned, but had a very heavy black tattoo on his face, which almost covered his entire face.

He had a dark face and white teeth, and the white around his pupils was very conspicuous. One of them was holding a flower pot in his hand, with a strange multi-legged insect in the pot, planted like a plant.

The centipede kept twisting its limbs, making rustling sounds.

The soldier ran to the Mist tribe member, made a seal with one hand, and placed the flower pot on the Mist tribe member's chest with the other hand. He then grabbed a handful of incense ash from his pocket and stuffed it into the person's mouth, muttering something.

This was the first time Lin Wang saw the medical practitioner of Tang Shengcheng working. He immediately became very interested and took a closer look.

The centipede twisted a few times, crawled out of the flowerpot, and crawled to the head and face of the Mist Clan man. It first pierced every orifice on his face with its limbs. After a few seconds, a red and white fleshy worm wriggled out from the abdomen of the centipede's tail and drilled into the Mist Clan man's mouth!
Lin Wang's face suddenly turned pale: Is this how you treat illness?

A few seconds later, the flesh worm crawled out of the Mist Clan member's mouth again, turning a pale yellow color.

The medical practitioner picked up the worm and slowly handed it to himself.

Lin Wang was shocked: "You want to eat that bug?"

"Why should I eat this?" The soldier looked at Lin Wang in confusion, took out a small jar, squeezed out the insect's body fluid, and dripped a drop into the jar. "I have my own life Gu, okay?"

Lin Wang's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything. He was thinking in his heart:
This world's ability system is really too weird...

But it’s so fun!
I'm very curious... I'm going to figure this all out sooner or later!
The healer closed his eyes, muttering something for a moment before opening them. He nodded at Old Joe and then said, "He's stable. He won't die for now, but this Mist Tribe member needs to rest."

"What's up with him?"

"He...is hard to describe." The healer hesitated.

"Why are you taking so long when I told you to?" Tian Taozi said anxiously, "People like you get beaten up all day long in my team!"

"Hey, hey! You can talk back to me, but if you talk back to my brothers, I'll be furious with you!" The fat man glared at Okita Momoko and turned his head away. "Soldier, I order you to report normally."

"Yes!" The soldier saluted and glanced at the Mist Tribe member on the ground, whose breathing had calmed down. "This Mist Tribe member has transformed his body into a Mist Spirit, compromising normal treatment options."

"Luckily, we Light Chasers have done the most research on Mist Spirits, so I have some experience with them... After my Gu worm entered his body, I examined it and found..."

He paused, a little confused. "I discovered that his convulsion just now was due to him overdrawing his life force, which resulted in aging compensation."

The medical practitioner's "aging compensation" was a strange term, but the people present still understood what he meant.

Old Joe asked him, "How many years of his life has he overdrawn?"

"Overdraft until two hundred years after death."

　It’s the third update again!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)