The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

"Soothsayer..."

Looking at the zombies frozen in ice crystals, Luo Mu's expression was as ugly as it could be.

In fact, he was not sure that the fortune teller was the only one in the world who could use puppets to fight, but when he saw these fools, the man in monk's clothes and holding a western cane came into his mind. He was the ancient who was older than Kanriya, the traverser who had killed gods with his own hands in the war between demons and gods. He was the only person in the world who fully understood Luo Mu, but at the same time, Luo Mu had to admit that he was also the most bizarre nightmare he had ever encountered in this world.

The only intersection between him and himself was in the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, but for some reason, the fortune teller easily topped the list of "the most terrifying opponents" in Luo Mu's heart. He faced death calmly, had the ambition to rule the world, and had the power to kill true gods. Even if he was still alive, he could still easily wipe out the ruthlessness and strength of the deceived Flower King... If such a person were to become an enemy, it would be tantamount to directly confronting the gods.

Huh... Luo Mu let out a long breath. He looked at the dead branch staff tightly held in his right hand, and then closed his eyes.

I hope it's not him, I hope it's really him...

…………

"I didn't expect that you would actually expose yourself to the law of nature again." The blond boy held the black gold mask in his hand, with a mysterious smile on his lips. He looked at the black gold mask without eyes, nose or mouth in his hand, and casually put it on a human-shaped statue made of white crystals beside him.

The white statue paired with the black mask looks weird due to the sharp contrast, as if a pair of devil wings bloomed from the body of a holy angel.

The second after the mask came into contact with the statue, something even stranger happened:

There was a sound of falling sand, and the statue made of white crystals slowly freed itself from the kneeling posture with its hands raised to the sky in prayer. Its hands touched the ground, supporting its body, and it slowly stood up. A pair of narrow eyes slowly opened on the mask, followed by the outline of the nose, ears, cheekbones, philtrum, lips... a lifelike human face appeared on the mask.

If Luo Mu were here and saw the face on the mask, he would definitely scream in shock:

Fortune teller!

“No,” the statue—the fortune teller—said, “In my current state, if Heaven notices me, I will die.”

"Then why did you expose your whereabouts to him?" Kong moved the crystal grains on the fortune teller's body one by one, just like pressing a piece of unique bubble wrap.

“Don’t move!” The fortune teller wanted to slap Kong’s hand away in annoyance, but he obviously underestimated Kong’s physical strength and overestimated the strength of his own statue body. When he slapped Kong’s hand, his right hand shattered into a pile of debris instead.

"Ahem, so salty!" Kong waved his hands, fanning away the salt that was trying to get into his mouth. "I have to say, the personality of this projection of yours is much stronger than the one in the Wolf Territory, it's just... cough cough."

The fortune teller withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly. He moved his arm slightly, and more white salt crystals flowed out from the broken part of his arm, creating a brand new arm for him.

"The stronger the personality of the projection, the closer it is to my original character." He explained, his voice unusually hoarse, as if there were grains of salt rubbing against it: "You haven't seen the one I left behind with Inazuma, she has a bad temper."

"Have you prepared all your backup plans?" Kong asked.

The fortune teller chuckled.

"Don't worry about that." He said, "The potential of that child is greater than you and I can imagine. As long as we find the switch, he will become the evil ghost who breaks the law of nature."

"What I'm saying is..."

"I know what you are talking about." The fortune teller waved his hand impatiently. "After this, he won't miss me anymore. I will also help you deal with the pollution of the abyss, but the premise of all this is that you can complete the contract with Morax."

Speaking of the contract with the Rock God, a cloud finally appeared on Kong's relaxed expression, and this expression made the fortune teller very satisfied.

"Right, I'll just worry about your business." He looked like he deserved a beating: "Even if you are the God of the Abyss, it would not be easy to control such a crazy negative force, right?"

"Don't worry about that." Kong said almost the same thing as the fortune teller just now.

"Of course I have to worry about this." The fortune teller sneered and pointed outside the hall where the two were. "Tell me, did you kill those Fatui?"

"Yes, but..."

"Did we tell you to try not to kill anyone yourself?"

"Yes, but..."

"Admit it, Kong." The fortune teller sighed and spit out a mouthful of salty foam: "If it weren't for the suppression of your status, you would have gone crazy long ago and turned into a cold-blooded evil god, killing people without blinking an eye."

"You need a healthy godhood to replace the one given to you by the abyss," the fortune teller looked at Sora seriously, "You are not the Lord of the Abyss, and the people of Kanreya are not the native creatures of the Abyss. You are not qualified to be in the Abyss."

"But only the power of the abyss can pull that high and mighty hypocrite down from the altar." Sora replied. His eyes flickered with a dark light, like a wolf king polluted by the abyss.

The fortune teller wanted to say something, but Kong pulled the mask off the statue. The moment the mask was separated from the statue, the salt particles that formed the statue instantly scattered into a white mass on the ground.

"And there's more," Sora weighed the mask in his hand and said sarcastically, "Just now you cared about me, and I cared about you. The smiling tiger look was really disgusting."

Aren't you the same? An illusory voice resounded throughout the old palace of the Salt Demon. This voice was very similar to that of the fortune teller, but it lacked a bit of humanity and emotional fluctuations.

"Don't kill my puppets anymore. Even though they are just trash, they are still quite useful for doing odd jobs."

"What if I must kill you?"

"Then I will tear that brother from the Kingdom of Winter who cooperated with you into pieces."

The two foxes, who couldn't be any older, were carrying out the same routine that they had been doing every day since they started working together: hypocritical greetings, concerns, threats, and insults.