Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 115 114 The Land of Mist
Just because of this piety, Konate Chen must respect Feng Xiuhu's wishes.

So the ceremony continued.

But out of consideration, Konate Chen still had someone bring a chair for Feng Xiuhu to sit and rest behind him.

With Feng Xiuhu as a role model, the deacons who later underwent the test of faith seemed somewhat mediocre.

At this moment, Youkehu regretted very much that he didn't lower himself to compete with Konate Chen for the player, so he kept looking at Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Youkehu was stunned and looked at Feng Xiuhu in confusion.

Feng Xiuhu asked again, "What are you looking at?"

Yukhu turned his head back with a sullen face.

Feng Xiuhu persisted: "Try looking at another one!"

Yukhu pretended not to hear, but everyone around him heard it and looked over.

Konate Chen glanced at Yukhu beside him and said to Feng Xiuhu, "Behave yourself."

Feng Xiuhu was not looking for trouble on purpose, he just held a grudge - if Youkehu had not intervened just now, he would have killed Paul long ago.

But he was just talking nonsense and had no intention of really getting back at them.

The entire initiation ceremony lasted nearly an hour. After all the deacons on the list were examined, there were only a dozen people standing behind the two bishops.

Among Paul and his companions, only two passed the test - Paul and the fat deacon who was kicked away by Feng Xiuhu.

But at this time they did not dare to show off their power to Feng Xiuhu. They hid behind Yukhu and did not even dare to glance at him.

The Divine Guards carried the telephone booth away, and the podium was empty again.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Konate Chen and Yukhu each walked to the middle, holding a thick hardcover book in their hands.

They were seen holding the book with one hand and pressing the cover with the other, reciting prayers devoutly with their eyes closed.

"What did they take?"

Feng Xiuhu turned and asked Mike.

Mike whispered back, "The Formation Book, which records many formations with mana. You will have it when you become a bishop."

As soon as the words fell, as the two bishops chanted, tiny spots of light appeared in front of them. Then the light spots began to move rapidly, and the outline of the magic circle appeared out of thin air. Then the light spots formed runes. In a moment, two magic circles that almost filled the podium appeared.

Every line of the magic circle exudes a hazy halo, and a thin mist flows out from the center of the magic circle, but does not overflow the edge at all.

Mike secretly pulled Feng Xiuhu and said, "Let's go."

Feng Xiuhu was so engrossed in watching that he only then noticed that the deacons were already walking towards the bishop.

He quickly stood up and followed Mike.

The deacons lined up, and the bishop placed their hands on the formation book one by one, instructing them, "Follow the guidance of the fog."

Then, the bishop took out a tube of breakthrough potion and handed it to the deacon, who took it and walked into the magic circle.

Feng Xiuhu was the last one. After Mike finished, he stood in front of Konate Chen.

Konate Chen held up the formation book, and Feng Xiuhu followed suit, putting his hand on the cover.

Konate Chen looked Feng Xiuhu in the eye and said, "Only by following the guidance of the fog can we return safely."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "The Land of Mist is not the City of Sails. You are not allowed to act recklessly there. Remember what I told you. Be respectful."

Feng Xiuhu didn't listen. Compared to the foggy land, he was more curious about the formation book in front of him. When he was about to open it to see the contents inside, Konate Chen predicted his thoughts in advance and took the formation book away first.

Feng Xiuhu sighed in disappointment, took the potion, turned around and walked into the magic circle.

At the request of the two bishops, Feng Xiuhu followed all the deacons and drank the potion.

Everyone is ready.

Konate Chen and Yukhu looked at each other, nodded, then waved and shouted: "In the name of the fog, exile." The magic circle suddenly lit up, and Feng Xiuhu's eyes were covered with white. Before he had time to feel it carefully, the familiar feeling of falling followed. When his vision returned, he was already in thick fog.

The fog was floating around and nothing could be seen beyond five meters.

Feng Xiuhu first touched his lower back - the short axe was not there.

This means that this is indeed the spiritual world and his physical body is still in the world.

Feng Xiuhu thought about it and reached into his crotch.

After struggling for a long time, he found nothing.

In his mind, he asked him, "What are you looking for?"

Feng Xiuhu replied as he took out something: "Whatever, let me get something for self-defense first."

Shi gritted his teeth and said angrily, "You still think this is in the Dream Forest?"

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized and slapped his forehead: "Oh, that's right, this is not a dream."

He took his hand out in frustration: "So what do we do now?"

"Find the exit."

Eclipse's voice was not loud; he deliberately lowered it.

Feng Xiuhu nodded and walked in a random direction.

But not long after walking, Feng Xiuhu realized something was wrong - no matter how he walked, the surrounding environment did not change at all. Let alone signposts, there was not even a slightly conspicuous reference object. He had no idea where to go.

Feng Xiuhu's patience was almost exhausted. He suddenly shouted, "Mike——!"

The sound echoed in the fog.

Eclipse was startled. "What are you yelling about?"

Feng Xiuhu said confidently: "Instead of wandering around like this, it's better to find someone to lead the way."

Eclipse scolded, "Why are you so anxious? I'll observe the situation first, and once I'm sure it's safe, I'll use my authority to guide you."

Feng Xiuhu sat down and asked him, "There's not even a hair in this shabby place. What are you observing?"

Eclipse explained, "The Land of Mist is where the Mist exiles sinners. It is both a cemetery and a maze."

"A maze?" Feng Xiuhu looked up and around. "A maze without even walls is nothing."

Eclipse said helplessly, "There's no need for walls here. The Land of Mist is shrouded in the power of 'Mist' and 'Direction'. The direction here is always changing, so spirits exiled here can never leave."

"We are now at the edge of the Mist Land. This is a trial site for breakthroughs. Mist believers, sent here by a specific magic circle, will find it useless no matter how far they travel if they can't break through. But if they succeed, they might just turn around and see the exit."

Feng Xiuhu said anxiously, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up, I want to be the first top student to successfully break through."

"You broke through, bullshit." Eclipse cursed, "Didn't you break through last night?"

Feng Xiuhu reacted: "I almost forgot—then quickly show us your authority."

"hold on."

Eclipse said unhappily, "The Land of Mist is guarded by angels. Although they stay deep in the Land of Mist most of the time, we must be cautious."

Feng Xiuhu nodded in understanding. He pointed at the blurry figure stumbling toward him in the thick fog. "So that thing is an angel?"

Eclipse replied, "No, he's here to cause trouble."

Now Feng Xiuhu became excited.

He got up from the ground, looked at it intently, and examined it carefully.

The man had stiff movements and a dull face, and was wearing the same deacon robe as Feng Xiuhu.

The difference was that mist kept drifting off his body, as if it was dissipating into fog.

(End of this chapter)