Frightening Joke: Above the Mist-Chapter 333: Secret

Fengquan Command Prison...

Upon hearing this name, Bai Yanliang glanced at Jiang Pan.

"You mean, the ancient legends are true, that in a space parallel to reality, there’s another dimension filled with ghosts."

Xun Weimo shook his head, "It’s not parallel, it’s intertwined; not one, but nine."

"Whether it’s the Fog Gathering you mentioned or the Extreme where I was before, they are ancient spaces that have existed throughout history. It’s just that in different eras, they’re called different names," Xun Weimo spread out his hands, "Perhaps, in ancient times, someone cursed entered one of these spaces and became the sole survivor. After leaving alive, he wrote down his experiences as text, which was then passed down through future survivors and various idlers, constantly perfected and refined, eventually forming the legends we hear now."

Is it as Xun Weimo said?

Although possible, to be honest, Bai Yanliang didn’t fully believe it.

"No, it’s not right." Bai Yanliang looked at Xun Weimo, "The number of keys is off."

If according to Xun Weimo’s Nine Netherworlds theory, the keys Bai Yanliang currently knows already exceed nine.

"That’s correct." Xun Weimo explained, "You must have seen... the blood-red key."

Xun Weimo looked into Bai Yanliang’s eyes, "The blood-red one is the Key of the Prison Master."

Key of the Prison Master...

Xun Weimo mentioned a concept Bai Yanliang had never encountered.

Though it sounded mysterious, Bai Yanliang’s attention wasn’t diverted; instead, he immediately thought of... the key he obtained in Zhongyuan Village.

That was clearly... obtained in the real world.

Either Xun Weimo was concealing something, or... Xun Weimo himself had made some mistakes.

Thinking this, Bai Yanliang also turned to look at Xun Weimo, asking, "Just before, during my mission, there was a woman not from the Fog Gathering. If, according to you, the other Eight Prisons have completely vanished, then from which space did she come?"

Bai Yanliang thought this question might perplex Xun Weimo for a while, but unexpectedly, Xun Weimo not only wasn’t confused but appeared overjoyed.

"Are you sure there’s still someone?" In his excitement, Xun Weimo had already grasped Bai Yanliang’s shoulder.

"Yes." Bai Yanliang nodded, "She wasn’t in her original form; her soul entered the past world and could possess others."

Xun Weimo sprang up, twirling in delight.

"That’s great, Dr. Zhou didn’t fail... Dr. Zhou didn’t fail..."

Listening to his murmurs, Bai Yanliang felt a bit puzzled.

Dr. Zhou?

After a long while of excitement, Xun Weimo seemed to remember someone still by his side. He looked sincerely at Bai Yanliang and earnestly said, "Bai Yanliang, I have a favor to ask."

Bai Yanliang looked into his eyes, able to see a clear look of pleading.

"Tell me." He didn’t agree outright, but neither did he refuse immediately.

No matter what it is, you have to listen to know if it can be done.

"Save her, bring her out!"

Xun Weimo’s words were astonishing.

Bai Yanliang patted Allen Allan Poe’s head, puzzled, "Who exactly is she? And who is this Dr. Zhou you mentioned?"

After asking, Xun Weimo’s expression changed a little.

He suddenly realized that in his earlier joy, he forgot to restrain his emotions in front of Bai Yanliang.

However... come to think of it, he shouldn’t make such a low-level mistake.

For a moment earlier, he really couldn’t feel Bai Yanliang’s presence at all.

Somehow, Bai Yanliang was sitting right nearby, yet for one or two seconds, he seemed to completely disappear, with no sense of presence.

"She is..."

Xun Weimo scratched his head in distress, unsure if he should tell Bai Yanliang this matter.

In fact, sharing so many secrets with Bai Yanliang already wasn’t appropriate.

"Earlier you mentioned rescuing her; she’s trapped in the past world? Didn’t she return to the real world after the mission disappeared?" Bai Yanliang watched Xun Weimo’s face, beginning his speculations, "The Dr. Zhou you mentioned conducted an experiment years ago, about the Nine Netherworlds. Perhaps in reality, he discovered an entrance to the Nine Netherworld spaces, and in his excitement, he embarked on exploration."

Xun Weimo remained quietly listening to Bai Yanliang’s speculation. He neither confirmed nor denied it.

"Bai Yanliang, you are very smart, just as smart as your brother."

With these words, Bai Yanliang’s expression finally changed.

"You indeed met him long ago. You say he’s my brother? You met me before?" In his excitement, Bai Yanliang unintentionally used more force, causing Allen Allan Poe to uncomfortably leap onto his shoulder, waking up from sleep.

Both the man and the cat looked at Xun Weimo, waiting for his explanation.

"Of course." Xun Weimo smiled, seeming to remember something, "He is a good person, a... very foolish good person."

That’s not right...

Bai Yanliang stared at Xun Weimo intently, "If according to the Nine Netherworlds’ theory, you and he wouldn’t be from the same prison. You’re too young; ten years ago, you were only in your teens, and the Fog Gathering never dragged children into curses."

Xun Weimo gazed at him deeply, then suddenly smiled, "You’re right, but... some things can keep our appearance forever the same as it was ten years ago."

"Bai Yanliang, among the people you meet in the future, there might be quite a few who are much younger than they appear; don’t judge them by appearances."

Xun Weimo’s voice carried a hint of warning, and at that moment, Bai Yanliang suddenly realized there was indeed an age difference between them.

Xun Weimo had always been the calm type, apart from losing his composure earlier when he heard about the mysterious woman; at any other time, he was composed, even when attacked by the Dark Abyss.

"As for you and your brother, I don’t really know your affairs. The reason I’m telling you these things is partly to repay a kindness he showed me back then," Xun Weimo said, "If you agree to rescue her next time you meet her, I’ll tell you more about what you want to know."

Xun Weimo exuded confidence, for he understood how enticing these secrets were to Bai Yanliang.

Those ensnared by the curse always desire to uncover the secret of that strange space, especially the clever ones.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yanliang refused.

"I’m sorry," Bai Yanliang stood up, lifting Allen Allan Poe from his shoulder, "I can’t do it."

It’s not about inability, but rather impossibility.

Xun Weimo noticed Bai Yanliang’s choice of words. Just as he was about to say something, Bai Yanliang’s phone suddenly rang.

Bai Yanliang took out his phone, glanced at the caller, paused for a moment, and then answered.

"Hello... Uncle Yang."

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