Free Web NovelChapter 322: Chapter 126: Words Sharp as Knives
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...the prison of Second Level needs to be considered before making any advance.
. The high wall could give a chance for one to pass through its secret passages, and one only needed to endure the torturous treatments to find a direct line to the library, which controlled the domain of the prison on Second Level—that’s also to say.
...birth of the apocalypse was likely to have occurred just before, according to these inverted numerical data of the library’s index.
. from white mist.
. clearly, it had been a class accomplished with money.
"...if a singular exception of a prison break occurred during the birth of the apocalypse, that would be saying something. That man used to be a mentally ill prisoner, and that’s the prison break we’re talking about."
. Tai Wen used different types of prisoners for toughening, but now, the treatment room seemed to have only one person in it, suggesting that the supposedly secluded mental illness ward had been converted into the prison warden’s office. No one could withstand cruel punishment on Second Level except for, perhaps, someone with unique circumstances. "I hadn’t even considered there was one."
: Lin Haigu brought up the white mist’s thoughtfulness.
. There was no way to handle this point, as one had to be extremely powerful to force a terrible scene, and he was being forced by his own limitations.
. He couldn’t find a way to create a destructive scene, even though he still had violent strength despite being handcuffed.
—But there was one very trouble ahead of him, and even though he hadn’t considered the possibility of certain connections with the "passage," these situations didn’t seem to have anything to do with it at all.
. Not many gave him a second look, as they navigated through the prison cells, which were home to a variety of prisoners such as fat tigers, vicious dogs, people with objectophilia, and idiots. They were regular inmates that he had observed after spending the most time in the prison.
. However, this passage was not supposed to be a connected prison cell.
. The library only hid one such passage, but today’s exploration led Well to the discovery of many dead-end constructions; his sole purpose was to survey the prison escape.
"? Is there a prison escape?"
". But that is a unique situation after all; there has only been one instance of a successful prison escape. No one has managed to do it in over seven hundred years, as far as we know."
: His response was still noncommittal.
. White Mist asked, "? What kind of ordeal is it?"
". The prison subjects these people to ordeals of mental fortitude beyond imagination. The reason is simply that they don’t belong to any pastoral care but to the prison. According to the data, those people on Second Level have a strong sense of righteousness; they are tougher and more honourable than any high-class individual, preferring death over surrender."
"? Prison?"
". He ended up fearing life worse than death once he fell into the prison warden’s hands on Second Level."
: Jing confirmed this hypothesis with fresh certainty.
. White Mist speculated that since this person is invariably referred to as a misfortunate soul, he must desire to leave his current dreadful situation.
"? Where in the prison is he? Where did he go?"
? Would a duo break through the defensive alliance, or would Lin Haigu encounter unwavering opposition demands from the start? White Mist sometimes pondered whether Lu Yan would ever stop cursing one side while apologizing on the other side. Why would Lu Yan not put a stopper in his mouth?
"? Do you recognize that person coming in, Keer said I was talking nonsense again, It’s wrong, I am guilty! Ahhh!"
"? Is he the wretched guy who followed that damn disaster of a kid in the convoy?"
"? Dada dada, dada dada"
". Don’t you guys think you should know by now that he has some negative emotions? Haven’t you seen other kinds of people coming in here before I arrived?"
: White Mist genuinely acknowledged the situation.
. Keer agreed to discuss further another time. "Dah!"
"Yuan Ye said."
"Before you decide what to do next, I want to hear about your plans for the future, what you intend to do after this. When the time comes for our meeting tomorrow, you’ll naturally explain everything to me."
Yuan Ye wondered, "What is the second person’s situation?"
His smile deepened, inscrutable to the others with him.
The White Mist chuckled correctly. "Yes, there were two of them."
"Thank you for the afternoon’s affair, and you owe my old lady one," he said with gratitude.
Yuan Ye spoke first:
This time Tai Wen wasn’t as scared as he usually was.
As Bai Xue, the Lioness girl, arrived at the White Mist’s prison house for the second assembly, Qiang, the money head with one heart, Zhang Lü, the mouth with two tongues, and Kor, the weapon head, started their long and tedious night.
As the sky began to darken, the prison staff slowly started returning to their cells.
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But although this was just the calm before the storm, not a few people believed that repairing the White Mist was all hard labor.
This afternoon, which seemed the most serene, according to the guards talking about it, had Bai Xue weeding out the White Mist.
It didn’t really improve her own situation, but she had to report these incidents with the White Mist.
Maybe some other inmate would help her, or perhaps the haughty prison guards just couldn’t swallow the insult of this episode.
Yuan Ye and Kor knew that such good things couldn’t last too long, but this was naturally a good thing.
It seemed as though the prison guards had overlooked her, no longer humiliating her, which was but a slight improvement compared to her previous solitary confinement, where Yuan Ye remained in the old isolation cell.
Although there were no unusual incidents at the old guard’s post,
Kor, the weapon head in charge of high wall repairs that afternoon, undoubtedly knew of White Mist’s dislike and fear for all things.
After lunch was finished, White Mist and the others began their afternoon activities.
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Handcuffs, as their most effective tool, left the prisoners virtually unable to cause any real harm or resist the guards at all.
This was only possible because Jing, the leader who chose his words very carefully, was left speechless several times due to language restrictions, which was one of the main reasons his sect had to brace for the mightiest period in its history, caused by Lü Yan’s remarks.
These prisoners weren’t just anybody; they could use various terms and phrases, especially the leaders of the two factions, which included Jing and Second Level.
Although the handcuffs limited their capabilities in this area, it didn’t make all of them simple; these convicts had a variety of methods at their disposal, apart from this one limitation.
But still, it was Kor and Yuan Ye who were the strongest among this crowd. Bai Xue looked around the prison dining hall, which was slowly returning to normal.
"You won’t hurt me, so stop trembling," she said.
Bai Xue nodded her head, sat back down in her original seat, and patted Tai Wen as he said,
"Clack clack clack," agreed Kor.
"We’ll discuss this morning’s matter and make some plans again later at our meeting," Yuan Ye said.
Although Bai Xue shared a similar ordeal with these two men, she also knew that her own suffering would only increase as she became more involved in this prison.
Gold waves surged as Yuan Ye stood up, and Kelsey’s son’s nose broke as he too stood up.
There is evil in grinders.
But at this very moment, all of Second Level feels good about the white mist.
Although both faction leaders believe the rumors about that prison warden, Reverend Jing, recognizing white mist as being possibly the vilest person ever incarcerated, it isn’t inherent in a person’s nature to be fundamentally evil. But someone had made it to this place. And it was Reverend Jing, full of monstrous crimes, who could write a bamboo book to completion, for evil was pervasive within these walls.
The whole dining hall was silent as crows, until two prison guards hastily departed.
Once the two left hurriedly, some wolf-like characters became apparent, and after being frightened by a cow’s head and six eyes for the first time, no one dared to say a harsh word.
"Stop shivering, you’ll make me reconsider changing my mind if you appear here once I leave. Honestly, it’s quite annoying. Here, you fight and also get eaten. What a feast to come here, all giddy and excited, only to shiver like this," said Big House after having a meal.
Six Eyes couldn’t help but shiver. freёwebnoѵel.com
After picking up a police baton with uncommon warmth, Six Eyes eventually gave it back to White Mist.
"Isn’t it just old habits operating? Sometimes, just a hint of understanding strikes me, and I have but one question—if I can withstand my own spiritual torture. You see, I’m not a good person, neither are you, not by a long shot," White Mist mumbled, pressing down the conviction welling up with each step in the familiar prison path, all the while Six Eyes pondered.
The pastor was extremely likely to allow himself to proceed to Second Level. White Mist had already made up his mind as he blinked his eyes open in the dark night beside that forsaken prison.
Through this ordeal, a prison medic who came halfway is considered more enlightened than himself; never had he imagined twisting a single person this much, let alone that the prison warden had sworn an oath for seven hundred years.
The pastor withdrew from the White Mist’s "live broadcast," effectively ending the dream—the situation was settled.
Looking at the pastor, White Mist held a face full of anticipation, but there wasn’t any tangible aggression... just a dream demon spinning its wheels. The pastor couldn’t say a word when he saw this particular scene.
"Are you the nightmarish creature appearing in my dreams, asking me if I like Gajah boy or whether I love my fat tiger? Will you change into a few odd things in my dreams, is that it?"
At the very least, this breakdown of speech left the person’s mental state as still as water. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
If Well really is within this place, then for sure it is the real White Mist, the distant white child.
"Well! I won’t beg for death, I can’t beg for life! I will make sure you can never die well!"
Could the pastor still restrain himself anywhere after being continuously provoked since the first sentence, with his blood pressure already rising?
From White Mist’s mouth continuously emerged a barrage of words, sentence after sentence filled with both insult and potential physical harm.
"Are you planning to perform on a giant electric chair or maybe change things up a bit? Could you find a new way to threaten a prison guard? Is that all you are capable of, Pastor Big Brother? Couldn’t you think of something else, something a bit better?"
"How very pitiful you look, shaking your tail like a begging dog, waiting to be put down by me—it’s quite a pathetic sight indeed!"
"Why do you think I want to say something so bad that it would make you laugh out loud? Oh, my exciting words... my exciting words. You’re kneeling down on the ground, eagerly asking me to kill you, aren’t you? Are you both the executioner and the victim? Or rather, does it offer you some perverse satisfaction? Perhaps the prison guards are scheming something evil against me? Or, quite the contrary, do you badly want to kill me?"
"But you’re still just a mediocre character in my dreams, not appearing in reality. Can’t innovate something fresher? Wearing my pretenses, you could see through me, and you’re not wrong there. You and they are different. Your prison guard schemes are still too low-level, don’t you think? With no real way to handle me, why do you even bother showing up in my dreams?"
Having said this, White Mist was about to enter Second Level again, stirring things up even more than the verbally unguarded speech.
If it could, it would still thoroughly bewitch White Mist in the dream demon’s web, abandoning his humanity.
To the pastor, this was a matter of duty and obligation, not a game, and by adhering to the prison guard rules, he coveted White Mist’s power.
"Watch me murder someone... I won’t be an apparition in your dreams anymore. Since you don’t want to release an innocent, we shall see what happens tomorrow morning! Keeping some of those weak, pathetic things inside you, you aren’t fundamentally an evil person at all," he exclaimed.
It had already been recognized by that prison guard. White Mist made its appearance, and entered.
White Mist seemed to possess some kind of ability that could resist the inducement to fall asleep. The pastor had become acutely aware of this yesterday when he played with White Mist.
White Mist saw the pastor again, after re-entering the dream midway.
Deep in the night.
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"Since it’s the Second Level, there must be some sort of line to cross, otherwise, not being able to withstand it just means it’s a given one must stay."
"Though I haven’t experienced the Second Level’s trials and tribulations, but Second Level can turn a person inside out without killing them; there are plenty of such cases, so you really think you can withstand it? Are you absolutely certain you want to go to the Second Level?"
Jing was a little worried:
"If something unexpected happens, I’ll just be sent to the Second Level tomorrow morning."
Tai Wen said:
Such things have never happened to people who have already been sentenced as prison chiefs, this is just the opposite.
If they can’t simply walk away from this place, then they can’t become innocent people, and without slowly eroding human nature, they naturally can’t enter the nightmare wheel, much less dream of the pastor.
"If you don’t dream of the pastor tonight, it’s not certain that you’ll dream of him tomorrow. And they won’t give up so easily or rest content, now that you’ve committed a prison offense, what’s the best thing you can do for yourself? Rather than making plans like this, it might be better to just start acting soon," said Lin Haigu, his face turning serious after White Mist had finished speaking.
After White Mist’s midday reveal, it was clear that the First Captain’s yearning for life, their inner defenses, deep-seated hatred for the prison, and obedience through the difficult path had affected them greatly, allowing for a drastic change in their demeanor.
Prior to this, they could only dispel their suspicions, as there was always a division between the two clans in the past, which was an important matter.
White Mist began speaking in a quiet voice to the four people waiting for their own plans to unfold, as his smile was suppressed into a quiet hum.
"What do we need to do?"
Yuan Ye also spoke up:
"Every day, starting at six o’clock in the morning, every single mark in the prison quarters, every wall carved with the doctrines of false prophets will be restored to its original position, but early in the morning at six o’clock I will always erase it."
Jing hesitated for a few seconds after listening to White Mist’s words, then said:
He believed that this group of people would make the right choice. Just as they touched him today, these people in the prison now.
All of White Mist’s innermost feelings were stirred by the prophecy of the ephemeral nineteen-year-old Lin Haigu, a vision he had once seen as a vain and empty promise.
These were his true feelings.
"Of course, you may believe that over the past seven hundred years, nothing has changed regarding people changing circumstances, and thus I may not be trustworthy. However, even thinking this way, I also understand that after this point, people cannot change," he said.
White Mist retorted, "I am not subject to any restrictions or limitations from your region because I am a person. I will kill again after I leave here, and you will be able to respond to me. I have my own ways to leave this place, and that’s why I can survive in such a desperate environment. Not once did I bring any belief or courage with me, and you respected me in your seats, but there are things I can’t let go of just like you can’t."
A kind of spiritual degradation, like a faux Buddha’s one-layered transformation.
These people will develop a sort of degenerate nature... After being destroyed in the Dream Nightmare Wheel, the most important things in a person’s heart become something that has been utterly and irrevocably wiped out.
White Mist’s words left the four silent people in deep thought, as they saw the release of innocent people that never actually occurred. This was not something they could accept.
"Maybe I could destroy this prison here and now, but even so, you’ll be the ones who’ll face the severe punishment from the prison guards," he added.
Although it was beyond prediction, White Mist continued, "How could a person, who holds no attachment to anything, and has no more courage to even protect anything most dear within their deepest heart, cause anything substantially fearful? But do you really still wish to rescue me? You claim you have assurances, yet I may come back and kill, what if that is the outcome?"
Yuan Ye looked at White Mist, "...for me to leave here first as an innocent individual is merely one way of killing you when I return."
All four captains had heard this sentence and reacted accordingly, no matter what White Mist said.
"Will there be a significant new discovery when a hole appears in the wall? Do you know how long it will take to repair..."
Although the high wall was just repaired two days later after waiting for the breach to be repositioned.
