The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

System skills?!

Luo Mu's heart felt like it was hit hard by a huge hammer, and it started beating wildly.

As far as he knew, in this world, besides himself, there was only one other person who possessed such a thing as a system.

Fortune teller!

He finally couldn't sit still anymore and was ready to force himself into the game?

The system became silent after saying this. No matter how Luo Mu shouted, it remained silent and even started to pretend to be dead.

Forget it, the most urgent task now is to find Ying and Xingqiu and figure out what is going on with the white mist. Luo Mu gave up on awakening the system and started exploring instead. He raised his staff and erected a bunch of vines at his current location as a reference, then chose a direction and flew straight over.

As expected, fifteen minutes later, he was back where the cane was.

"Damn it, is heavy fog a standard way of getting trapped in a maze?" Luo Mu cursed angrily.

All elemental magic was useless against the white mist. Luo Mu even spent half a minute to condense his strongest sword, but no matter how he tried, the white mist stubbornly stayed there, with no sign of dissipating.

Don't panic, Luo Mu, don't panic, there must be a way. Luo Mu slapped his cheek hard, trying to wake himself up from the panic.

If the fog was created by the fortune teller, what was his purpose? He couldn't have trapped himself in Wuwang Slope, right? If that was the case, why would he have gone to such great lengths?

The ability of the fortune teller is known to be equivalent to all abilities below the sequence 2 miracle worker. The ability is changeable and strange. It is best at creating such a situation. This white mist and the ability of real illusion can do it... What's next? What is the use of this information? !

He had tried all the skills, random teleportation, underground stealth... none of them worked. No matter what method he used, the white fog followed him like a shadow and he couldn't get rid of it.

Luo Mu seemed to see the fortune teller's smiling face. In that smile, there was infinite irony. He seemed to be saying:

"Your trust and your strength are worthless to me."

This chilly feeling of powerlessness... is really annoying.

Once upon a time, when he was still a dead child, this feeling seemed to run through his entire childhood. He was always the weakest person. He had no ability to do anything, make friends, get along well with people, make teachers like him, and he couldn't even keep his mother from leaving...

She would still come to see him, but in her heart was another child, a cheerful and lively child, a thousand times cuter than him. That was her new family.

Some dusty memories floated up from the depths of yellowed time. It was a child wearing glasses. He hid in the crowd with an evasive look. Everyone's eyes passed over him, but no one stopped for him.

How sad...

An illusory voice sounded, and in the fog, it traveled far away, like the whisper of a fortune teller.

I have said that I hate that world, because that world foolishly gave humans the power of freedom, but forgot that humans themselves are beasts who do not have the ability to master freedom. They use emotions to replace opinions, use excuses to cover up malice, and use so-called "rights" to justify their narrow-minded speech...

This time, it can be confirmed that it was the fortune teller's voice that sounded in the fog. He was humming softly, expressing his accusations against the world in the most peaceful tone.

"Fortune teller, what on earth are you trying to do!" Luo Mu shouted. He was at his wit's end. With such a huge gap in status, his cleverness was useless.

"Nothing," the voice of the fortune teller replied, "I was just complaining. You should have guessed that I wanted you to come to the Salt of the Earth."

"I'll go! I'll go to the Salt of the Earth right now!" Luo Mu said decisively: "Release Xingqiu and Ying! I'll come to see you right away!"

"What a good and loyal child." The fortune teller said with a sigh. The teasing in his tone made Luo Mu's anger grow even stronger. "Don't worry, your friends have returned to Liyue safely. I just fooled their memories a little bit, making them think that you came back with them and just went to Jueyunjian to discuss things with the immortals."

The fortune teller's words made Luo Mu feel relieved a little, but soon he noticed another word in the fortune teller's words.

"You said you 'fooled' their memories..." He could no longer conceal his shock.

"Don't worry about the details," the fortune teller said carelessly, and as his voice sounded, the fog in front of Luo Mu suddenly dispersed to form a path about two meters wide.

"Go along this road." The fortune teller said, "I have prepared many surprises for you."

Surprise... The fortune teller's words made Luo Mu's heart tremble. The surprise prepared by the fortune teller would definitely not be a good thing.

But the current situation no longer allowed him to make any choice. He could only listen to the fortune teller and move forward slowly along that road.

"You might want to change your clothes." Just as Luo Mu was about to leave, the fortune teller added a thoughtful sentence, and then a neat set of priest clothes appeared in front of Luo Mu, even with a matching cross and Bible. A thin sword was inserted vertically next to it, and upon closer inspection, it was somewhat similar to the one in Return Home.

Luo Mu did not refute. He changed into human form and put on the clothes prepared for him by the fortune teller. He then drew out the rapier and held it in his hand.

"Come to me along this road. I'll be waiting for you at the end of it."

Amid the fortune teller's chuckle, Luo Mu walked forward step by step, his posture upright, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

After walking for a while, Luo Mu saw a stick-carrying hillbilly standing in the middle of the road with his head down. He covered the mask on his face tightly with both hands, as if he was avoiding something.

The voice of the fortune teller also sounded at this time.

"It is a common hillman. Every day, such hillmen are killed by adventurers. You may think it is nothing, but hundreds of years ago, before the divine punishment came, his name was Lutz. He had a happy family of four. He loved to make barbecue for his wife and children. In the curse of the destruction of the world, he became an ugly hillman, but he still lived happily with his family. He never hurt any human being."

"Now, you can kill him and move on, or wait here and I will let you out once my plan is complete."

Before the fortune teller finished his words, a flash of silver light had already passed across the neck of the hillman. Luo Mu did not stop, and followed the light across Luz's body.

With a snap, the mask fell off. Luo Mu turned around and took the mask in his hand.

His right hand holding the sword trembled violently.