The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 56 - The Illusory Fog Forest
"Suckhead."
The grunts continued every time he met annoying things, in the middle of the bamboo forest that began to darken after sunset the smog appeared little by little to fill the entire forest.
Her steps were restrained for a moment, for a while Jiazhen Yan digested what was really happening around her. The fog was moving quite suspiciously and had something that started to disturb his concentration.
"This fog ... Illusion fog?"
When he realized Jiazhen Yan just thought to get away from there but again his legs stopped accompanied by a strong wind that swallowed through the cracks of bamboo, presenting a sound of friction that continues to repeat creepily. His hands were clenched, the anger that normally seemed fiery on his face was now changing.
It becomes a really serious anger.
He knew that the illusory fog was playing tricks on him and casually using his mother's form.
When Jiazhen Yan rethinks the workings of her own Illusory Fog she realizes that the woman was summoned not because of an illusory fog but rather her own mind. The thing that made him sad so deeply would instantly look in front of him and become his weakness, that was the superiority of the Illusory Mist. Making people who feel it will be trapped in regret, sadness and worry.
"It's just an illusion, it's just an illusion, this Fucking Fog ... I'll kill whoever put the trap up to this!"
he tries to vent his frustration.
A voice echoed from in front of him and it instantly froze Jiazhen Yan's lips until she was unable to speak for a few minutes.
"You grew up well, my son. Already eaten? Is your sleep enough? You're not lonely, are you? Are your friends treating you well?"
The same voice never changed.
That question made Jiazhen Yan recall all the things that happened with the woman, she retreated while shaking her head softly.
*
The trail!
The sound of broken glass rang out loud, a young noble master had just brushed aside the food from his mother violently then curled at her in a high tone.
"Stop asking!"
He also scolded the servant who came with his mother without cause, ran to the spacious courtyard of the house and sat alone in front of the pool with a crane in the middle.
The little boy was crying but he was trying to get rid of his tears while cursing at why he had to cry, people would laugh at him.
"Yan'er, are you okay?"
Someone touched his shoulder from behind.
"Say I stopped asking!" Jiazhen Yan caught back that hand and subconsciously the pure flames flowing within his body came out uncontrollably, so big that he burned the woman's snow-white hand. The woman grimaced, but she kept smiling. Jiazhen Yan brushed aside.
"Not to ask if I've eaten, about my friends, about anything. I hate you!"
Because when her mother asked, Jiazhen Yan could only think of painful answers.
No one wanted to be friends with him, as he tried to join the boys away and call them monsters. Their mother and father dragged their son away when Jiazhen Yan wanted to play with them.
When he was a child, it hurt his heart. Jiazhen Yan sought impingement by troublemaking and acting so miserably that one by one people hated him more and more.
But of the many people who hated her, only she was the only one who never hated her.
The woman sat by the pool while patting the adorable peak of Jiazhen Yan's head.
"Hate whatever you do to your mother. A mother's love will never wear off, baby. Mom will always love you. Believe me someday you'll have a friend who cares so much about you. Therefore, keep pursuing your dreams and be what you want to be. I've always supported you, remember that."
*
Jiazhen Yan realized from his daydream, his eyebrows fused with dislike towards the woman. He was just a form of an illusionary fog but it felt so real. One consequence that Jiazhen Yan must know if she does not immediately break away from this Illusory Mist she will be trapped forever and have no chance of returning. The way to escape is to kill the opponent of his own fear, his mother. Actually there is still one more way but it feels that it is impossible because here there is only Jiazhen Yan himself.
The woman in front of him was wearing a slightly red ivory-white robe with two earrings on her ear shaped like the emblem of the Jiazhen clan. His hair was long waist white in snow, he put the fighting horses with one hand in front.
"I don't want to be faced with such a pathetic replica as you are" growled Jiazhen Yan tightly grasped her sword.
"Currently, I didn't expect you to know more about this. That's your weakness? A mother? Ah, so classic but I like it." When she heard her mother's voice speak in a very sickening way Jiazhen Yan wanted to directly finish her off. He destroyed the woman's elegance.
"Just kill you animal!"
Immediately without the ba-bi-bu Jiazhen Yan let out a fiery fist towards the woman. But the enemy escaped easily, Jiazhen Yan forgot that the woman used to be a fighter as well. As the enemy explained everything became clearer.
"My present body may be an illusion but you will still bleed on my sword. Your mother's memories and powers will be recorded in my memory as long as you know. I know all your weaknesses, boy nobility."
All of a sudden the woman caught her fist and an ice elemental stance shot out from the ground like a wave, smashing into her chest until Jiazhen Yan bounced off. He almost ran away but the grip held him in a terrible way. It was not usual for Jiazhen Yan to be susceptible to attacks but this time she admitted that the illusion was indeed quite powerful.
His mother said coldly, "No one has ever survived after being exposed to this illusory mist. Because they are fighting against their own weaknesses. You won't be able to handle it."
Jiazhen Yan half bent, blood dripping from his mouth, he laughed disdainfully.
"There's someone much stronger than you. And he's the only one who's ever beaten me. He was stupid but never desperate. Just beat you I can't stand it? You're kidding."
The young man got up. This time he was serious about fighting.
"Give up, you're just wasting my time."
"You are only the people, I am the king. Stop blabbering and listen to your king's word."
Those eyes glared ferociously, his mouth grinning full of blood.
"You're gonna punish me for dying in the most horrible way."