Nightmare Light

Chapter 49 Don’t care

The moment they passed each other, Old Joe was stunned.

At that moment, he imagined countless possibilities in his mind. He thought about winning and losing, but the only thing he didn't expect was that Lin Wang refused this fight!

A novice lay master challenged the deputy commander of the Light Chasing Legion in public. Regardless of whether he won or lost, it would become a good story if it got out.

But he refused!

Why did he refuse?
Could it be... that he was trying to save my face?
Old Joe was in turmoil for a long time.

He wanted to pretend nothing happened and let the matter pass, but he really couldn't hold back.

So he quickened his pace, walked to Lin Wang's side, and lowered his voice: "Lin Wang...Brother, there is something I don't understand."

"Hmm?" Lin Wang turned his head and glanced at Old Qiao. His tall figure and condescending gaze were gentle, yet Old Qiao felt an indescribable penetrating power.

"Just now, that girl Taozi suggested that we have a competition... Why did you refuse?"

You...are you trying to give in to me?
Old Joe clenched his fists and forced himself to hold back the second sentence.

"Oh? For no reason." Lin Wang glanced at Lao Qiao with a half-smile, then turned back to look at the road ahead. "I hate wasting time, that's all."

"Waste...time?" Old Joe didn't follow his train of thought for a moment.

"Time is the most precious thing." Lin Wang kept his eyes fixed on the soldiers leading the way, walking forward with full concentration. "This world holds countless secrets... Rather than winning or losing, I'm more interested in understanding the truth."

"But...but! Do you know how much benefit a fight with me can bring you? Everyone in Tangsheng City will notice you! You will get help from countless important people! You will get countless opportunities!"

For some reason, Lao Qiao became excited. All the time he had spent trying to adjust his mood was in vain.

Lin Wang stopped.

He looked at Old Joe, smiled gently, and his expression became serious: "Since you ask seriously, then I will answer seriously - I don't care."

"Whether it's winning or losing, money, or worldly fame and status, it's all the same to me."

He raised his head, his gaze gazing into the depths of the passage, or perhaps even further: "Compared to the truth, these are just the dust of history (Note 1)."

Old Joe was stunned.

Suddenly, he recalled the divination in the carriage and the divination on the ground that would never appear in his life.

Don't involve me...

Someone who even the ancestors were afraid of?
Ancestor, what exactly do you want to tell me?
He looked at Lin Wang's back and suddenly became dazed again.

In a trance, he seemed to see the backs of countless of his former comrades-in-arms, who resolutely walked into the fog in search of the truth.

"the truth……"

"I understand."

Old Joe stepped forward to catch up.

thank you.

……

The long and narrow prison passage finally came to an end.

Because the journey was long enough, Lin Wang had enough time to observe the military building in front of him.

This is a standard military prison with tight security and strict defenses all the way. In the narrow passage, flashing suppressors and hidden shooting holes can be seen almost every few meters.

And between the walls, from Lin Wang's special perspective, he can see a layer of hidden energy flowing.

Obviously, if a fugitive wanted to escape from here, he would not only need to be strong enough, but also smart enough...

It also needs to have a long enough health bar.

but……

Lin Wang narrowed his eyes slightly.

From this special perspective, he could clearly see that most of those suppressors were in a terrible state, unable to bear the heavy load, and their energy flickered.

Some of them were simply damaged and extinguished. Even the energy layer in the wall had many nodes that were flickering and extinguished.

This building...has fallen into disrepair.

The funding for the Light Chasing Corps... He glanced at the soldiers around him again.

Almost every one of these soldiers had a resolute expression and a weathered appearance—obviously, they were veterans who had experienced brutal brutality.

But if you look closely, you will find that the soldiers' equipment, including their uniforms, are all in a state of severe wear and tear.

Lin Wang even saw an old soldier whose gun strap was broken and was forcibly tied into a knot and hung beside him. The length was not right and it looked very funny.

Is it really because of insufficient funds...?

Lin Wang thought of what happened yesterday: the conflict between Lao Qiao and the temple soldiers.

Are these two things related?

With such thoughts in mind, everyone walked to the deepest part of the prison.

Footsteps echoed, and a cool air filled the air. A prison cell appeared in front of Lin Wang. He could vaguely see a person sitting cross-legged on the floor of the cell.

"Brother Lin Wang, when you meet this member of the Mist Tribe later, I hope you can pry some information out of him."

"What kind of information do you want to know?"

"Anything is fine," Old Joe said. "The reason why the Fog Clan is united with the fog...what the Fog Clan is doing...or the relationship between the Fog Clan and the Dawn and the Dusk."

"Is it so vague?" Lin Wang frowned.

"It's not that we don't want to be specific, it's just that under normal circumstances, we can't communicate with the Mist Tribe at all," Old Joe explained. "So, any information we get from him will be helpful to us."

"I understand. First ask about its relationship with Chenhun Zhonglin." Lin Wang nodded.

"Yes, I'm asking this first... Hey, how did you know?"

"This is easier to deceive... It requires funding, I understand."

"..."

As he spoke, Lin Wang walked towards the cell.

Through the cell bars, Lin Wang saw the man from the Mist Tribe.

He was lying on the ground with his back to the cell, wearing a prison uniform. Dense dot patterns could be seen on his exposed neck and wrists.

At first glance, he's just an ordinary guy.

But if you look closely, you can see that half of his face is covered with gray mist, and it is expanding and contracting as if it were breathing.

The man sat cross-legged on the ground, drawing something with his head down. Halfway through, he suddenly turned over, knelt down, grabbed a stone in his hand, and continued drawing towards a farther place.

Lin Wang then noticed that the man was drawing a strange pattern on the ground.

It was a pattern formed by circles of different sizes, nested one inside the other. It looked extremely mysterious at first glance, as if it contained infinite truth.

"What is he drawing?" Lin Wang stared at the pattern on the ground, and from time to time he looked up at the people of the Mist Tribe, as if thinking about something.

"I don't know. The Mist Tribe can't communicate. We've asked many times." Old Joe shook his head. "This guy has been drawing like this for several days."

"This thing looks like some kind of magic circle. You just let him draw it like this?"

"Don't worry, we've checked the information. This pattern doesn't match any existing magic circle."

Old Qiao waved his hand, pointed to the shielding devices around him, and said with a smile: "And the shielding strength of this cell is high enough. No ordinary master can perform ordinary magic here, including you and me."

"So, even if this guy draws a real magic circle, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Lin Wang nodded: "I understand."

He walked to the cell door and a soldier opened it. With the sound of metal friction, the door was opened.

When Lin Wang walked into the cell, Tian Taozi suddenly asked, "Hey? Will that Mist Tribe member hit people?"

Old Qiao took a look at Lin Wang's physique, then at the Mist Clan member in the cell: "If a fight really breaks out, shouldn't the one who should be worried be that Mist Clan member?"

"That's true."

Note 1: This is a tribute to Zhiqiu.

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