Chapter 1083: Chapter 1081: Dragon Summit Inn (Part 5)
Clang!
At the mont when the back door closed again, the breaths of the custors in the Legendary Small Shop collectively grew thinner.
Facing the bloody incident behind them, this oddly behaving madman not only didn’t avoid it, but even ran over to join in on the chaos, shocking everyone once more.
Of course, what rendered everyone silent was the news he brought—blessing will definitely appear, accompanied by even more blood.
Such words, coming from anyone else, would have been dismissed as scare tactics intended to deter competitors.
Under the intimidation of Siren and Ji Family, those who dared to co here for an adventure were no cowards, and wouldn’t be easily deceived.
But it was precisely because these words ca from a stranger who seed unserious in every way that they sohow carried an inexplicable credibility.
Especially since soone from Siren had already lost their head.
Most of the unaffiliated Transcendents accounted for more than half of the total number here, but not many were truly acting alone; most ford small groups.
For a mont, eye contacts beca fierce, as everyone reassessed the risks of this trip.
“Let’s wait for the blessing to appear.”
Facing the questioning gaze from Nora, Old Master Tieer, frowning slightly, finally spoke in a quiet tone.
The man earlier had given him a very weird sensation, far from just a scaremonger.
But having co all this way and having waited until now, leaving just like that was out of the question.
Might as well see if what Mr. Lu said about the blessing definitely coming is true or not.
Good.
Sitting beside Tieer was the craftsman who had sold the bullets to Fu Qian earlier. He nodded along with Nora, showing no objections to Tieer’s words.
Blessings were random anyway, and the chances of it appearing directly here weren’t that high; if things turned sour, there was always a chance to back out.
But if it proved that what he said was true… Looking at the cup of untouched wine on the table, Nora suddenly felt her gesture was sowhat shabby.
…
Everyone’s thoughts were rather similar!
Walking along the corridor, sensing the movents in the small shop behind him, Fu Qian wasn’t surprised.
Those daring enough to snatch food from a tiger’s mouth wouldn’t be scared off by a few mad ravings.
Most people’s thoughts were clearly similar to those of Old Master Tieer’s group.
But no matter, a little more caution in their actions would help reduce the complications of the mission.
Even though most were worthless, it was impossible to be certain that his own target wasn’t among them.
Next, it was ti to find a place to wait for his guest.
…
“Mr. Lu.”
At the entrance to the resting area, Gerard, who had led a team to check the situation at the back, returned with an unfriendly look in his eyes.
“No findings?”
Fu Qian smiled in greeting while counting the number of people behind Gerard.
Everyone who had gone was accounted for.
As blessing could appear at any ti, this temporary search operation was obviously over.
And with no murderer found, they decisively didn’t leave anyone behind to monitor, in case similar incidents occurred again.
“No.”
Visibly stung by Fu Qian’s words, but what Gerard couldn’t understand even more, was why this guy had co to the back.
Didn’t he know that he was among those with the highest suspicion?
Arrogant to the extre, or pretending to dispel suspicion?
“I ca here to rest a bit, it’s been a while since I was at the Wasteland, and I’m not quite used to it.”
Fu Qian was very cooperative, giving a reason before Gerard even asked.
…
Facing Fu Qian’s explanation, Gerard hesitated for a mont, then gestured for his n to make way.
“That’s not a bad choice, although it’s a bit simple inside, it’s quiet with no one to disturb you.”
That last sentence sounded like sarcasm.
Fu Qian ntally noted the comnt, understanding Gerard’s feelings.
Although he believed the likelihood of him being the murderer wasn’t high, if he were to be taken out by the murderer, thereby providing another case, Gerard would definitely be happy about that.
“Let’s hope so.”
With a smile still on his face, Fu Qian walked through the pathway that was cleared for him.
…
There really weren’t many people.
Along the way, the room with the decapitated body still slled of blood, and the body had been moved to an adjacent bed, obviously intended to be dealt with after everything was settled.
Without staying too long, Fu Qian quickly found a room he liked further in.
The reason he liked it, though comparatively even lacking a bed to the room where the murder occurred, was that it had a fairly exquisite set of stone tables and chairs.
And all the way here, although so rooms showed signs of use, there wasn’t a single person at the mont.
Clearly, as ti went by, no one felt safe to rest here anymore.
The person who died if not assigned by duty, probably wouldn’t have stayed here, providing the murderer another opportunity.
Facing the room that seed to hide invisible killing intent, Fu Qian made no fuss and directly walked in to sit on one of the stone stools, silently calculating the ti.
…
Kids really lack patience!
It wasn’t long before Fu Qian stretched out his hand, catching a snowflake that fell from the sky.
Unfortunately, as soon as it landed in his palm, it vanished like a bubble, leaving only a feather-like imprint.
Below the imprint, the flesh had already turned a thin layer of ash from Annihilation.
Not bad, last ti it had cost him 1 SAN Point directly, it seems it really was due to being a Whiteboard Demigod.
Indeed, Fu Qian was very certain, what appeared before him was the move used by Ji Yicheng in the Angel Dungeon after transforming, the one with feathers flying all over the sky.
In fact, at this mont, as he caught the first one, crystal-clear feathers once again began to fall like snowflakes, covering the entire room in a flurry.
The feathers completely bypassed clothing, piercing directly to the surface of the flesh, eroding more marks.
However, facing this all-encompassing attack, Fu Qian still sat unmoved, looking towards the direction of the door.
In less than five seconds, a figure in a heavy cloak, with most of his face hidden inside the hood, appeared silently there.
And almost at the sa ti, the fluttering feathers in the room, as if the pause button was hit, all froze in place.
“Please, have a seat.”
Fu Qian made a welcoming gesture, extending a polite invitation.
For about three or four seconds, the other party didn’t react at all.
But eventually, he stepped through the fluttering feathers and sat down opposite Fu Qian.
With a satisfied smile, after only glancing once at the unfamiliar face, Fu Qian’s gaze landed on the other’s abdon which even the cloak couldn’t fully cover.
Long ti no see, son of Lorin.
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