Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 116: The Power of Rules
"The unlucky guy who failed to break through."

The sound of Eclipse sounded.

"This is the fate of failing to break through. You'll be lost here forever. Once your consciousness is completely worn away, your spirit will eventually dissolve into mist. This process could take hundreds of years, and every moment, the mist will continue to peel away the spirit, inch by inch, until it completely merges with the misty land."

As he spoke, the spirit was almost in front of him.

Feng Xiuhu asked, "What does he want to do?"

Eclipse replied, "He wants to keep you with him."

“That’s too enthusiastic.”

Feng Xiuhu quickly took a few steps back.

The spirit continued to approach, unconsciously repeating the words: "Praise the mist... obey the guidance of the mist..."

Feng Xiuhu silently made some hand gestures, her fingertips stained with rusty red, intending to send him off.

Eclipse tried to dissuade him, "It's best not to do that—other authorities suddenly appeared in the Land of Mist, and this would be very conspicuous."

Feng Xiuhu reluctantly released the spell: "Other deacons who came in to break through will also encounter the same thing, so how do they do it?"

"Either flee or use a spell to summon the mist."

Eclipse replied, "A Mist Priest at the spiritual awakening stage can summon mist to conceal themselves—but a Priest at the entry level doesn't have the ability to cast spells independently, so the only way is to break through."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit in front of him suddenly sped up and pounced towards Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu didn't tolerate him either. He threw the spirit to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, then stomped on its head, crushing it.

Feng Xiuhu clapped his hands and said with a smile, "This is still more convenient."

But Shi poured a basin of cold water on him: "It's useless."

Feng Xiuhu looked down and saw the spirit at his feet turned into mist and quickly dissipated, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Eclipse explained, "From the moment they lose consciousness, they become part of the mist. Aside from spells specifically targeting spirits, they will simply vanish naturally."

As Eclipse finished speaking, Feng Xiuhu saw fog gathering not far away, and the spirit from before reappeared.

And there was more than one figure in the thick fog.

"It seems you disturbed them."

Eclipse joked.

Feng Xiuhu turned around and ran away.

The thick fog was stirred, and more and more spirits noticed him.

Although Feng Xiuhu couldn't see exactly how many people were chasing him, the chanting he heard became clearer and clearer.

"Praise the Mist!"

"Follow the guidance of the mist!"

The noisy and chaotic voices gradually gathered together, and the emotionless praise became louder and louder.

Running like this is not a solution.

"How long will you observe?"

While running wildly, Feng Xiuhu asked a question.

"Almost, wait a little longer."

Eclipse is not urgent at all.

Feng Xiuhu scolded, "Do you think you're listening to human words? It's almost done, what are you waiting for?"

Eclipse didn't hesitate to be polite with him: "Fool, isn't it because you are too shallow? Your current realm is not enough to support the power of authority, so I must lend you the power of rules through my hands."

Feng Xiuhu didn't understand: "Whatever—just come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiuhu's left eye rolled over, turning into a reddish-brown vertical pupil.

In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded into Feng Xiuhu's mind, and he seemed to see countless runes alternating in front of his eyes - that was the rule of the "fog".

Just like an extension of his thoughts, a single thought from him could cause the rules to surge.

It seems like an innate instinct.

At this moment, the endless fog around him was no longer an obstacle in Feng Xiuhu's eyes. It was surging, leaping, and cheering, as if celebrating the arrival of its master.

Once you attain enlightenment, your mind will be as pure as a rock, and you will see the truth clearly and the world will become clear.

This feeling is so mysterious, as if the dust in front of my eyes has been cleared away, and everything in the world has a new look.

"Ha ha!"

Feng Xiuhu laughed excitedly, raised his arms and waved towards the fog.

A two-horse chariot emerged from the dense fog beside him, galloping alongside him. Feng Xiuhu leaped into the air, his figure dissolving into mist in mid-air. When he reappeared, he was standing on the chariot, reins in hand.

"Haha! Run faster!"

Feng Xiuhu laughed wildly: "I want Mike to see it too!"

Upon hearing this, Eclipse was furious: "What did you say?!"

……

As a shameful cheater, Mike had little confidence in himself.

Thanks to the faith concentration enhancer, he managed to pass the initiation ceremony.

But now the problem arises - this is also his first time entering the Land of Mist.

Mike has participated in the initiation ceremony three times and is considered an old veteran. He has also asked many people about the Land of Mist.

For example, what should we pay attention to and how to make a breakthrough smoothly.

But the answers he got in the end were not very helpful to Mike.

Because there is no cheating or shortcuts to breakthroughs.

The most common phrase people who have experienced this say is: "Run for your life, and when you finally summon the fog, the exit will be right in front of you."

Mike did exactly that.

From the moment he entered the Land of Mist, he held the pendant and recited prayers without stopping. However, he did not dare to speak too loudly because he knew that there were "lost ones" here.

But living spirits are naturally attractive to lost people who have lost their self-awareness. Even though Mike was extremely careful, he still attracted the attention of the lost people.

He was running for his life at this time.

There was no direction in the fog, and Mike didn't know where to escape, but he didn't dare to stop, because the chanting in the thick fog around him was getting louder and louder, and those shadowy figures were always following him.

The fear of death and the lack of confidence made Mike almost unable to recite his prayers clearly.

If he keeps running, he will eventually run out of energy.

I wouldn't have cheated if I had known.

At this moment, Mike felt sincere regret. Compared to death, being a deacon for a lifetime seemed not so difficult to accept.

His pace was slowing down, and he realized he could hardly run any longer.

All kinds of thoughts made Mike unable to concentrate. Suddenly, he lost his balance while running and fell to the ground unexpectedly.

He gasped for breath and tried to get up but failed.

The figures in the fog slowly gathered around.

Mike's teeth were chattering. He held the pendant tightly in both hands, knelt on the ground and closed his eyes.

He could not stop repenting: "God of Mist, please forgive my sins and ignorance. I beg you to have mercy on me and show me the way..."

In a trance, Mike seemed to hear the rumbling sound of galloping horses.

At first he thought he was hallucinating, but the sound became louder and louder in an instant.

Mike raised his head blankly and opened his eyes.

The Lost Ones had surrounded him and were reaching out stiffly.

At this moment, the thick fog suddenly surged violently, and then a huge chariot made of fog broke through the fog and entered his sight.

Mike forgot his fear for a moment and stared blankly at the figure on the shaft of the cart, his pupils gradually dilating.

The chariots collided, and the lost people in front of them all turned into mist and dissipated under the horses' hooves.

Feng Xiuhu pulled the reins, and the chariot spun its tail and stopped steadily in front of Mike.

Snapped!
Feng Xiuhu whipped the last lost person away from Mike and asked him, "Want to leave? Turn on the meter."

Mike looked at him eagerly, and suddenly his mouth curled up and he burst into tears.

Feng Xiuhu whipped the whip again, and the whip wrapped around Mike's neck and pulled him up.

"vomit--"

Mike's emotions were interrupted, and he knelt on the shaft of the cart, pinching his neck and retching.

Feng Xiuhu kindly reminded: "If you vomit five hundred in the car, fasten your seat belt."

Mike looked up: "What seat belt?"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xiuhu shook the reins, and the misty horse raised its hooves and neighed loudly, rushing into the thick fog again.

PS: Mr. Feng hasn’t finished his work yet, so he’s not in a hurry to leave.

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(End of this chapter)