Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 1342: 1340 Countdown

Chapter 1342: Chapter 1340 Countdown

Indeed, it’s basically confird that the current state does not stem from the malicious gaze of a higher existence, and the probability of being involved with the Witch has increased once more.

Fu Qian was not surprised by this result.

Of course, the ominous countdown was also confird again.

Not only that, the mont he put on the Headcage, he could feel that after arriving in this world through the Extre Hunger Infection, the special negative accumulation on his body had sharply increased.

It can only be said that the Nightmare Corridor’s product truly lives up to its na; there is indeed a kind of linkage effect present.

Yet, Fu Qian still didn’t take off the Headcage. Instead, in such a posture, he picked up Blasphemy’s Embrace beside him, and even tidied up the floor conveniently.

I ntioned earlier about coming for the shift; it’s always necessary to fulfill one’s duties.

After completing all these tasks, Fu Qian didn’t linger any longer. He went downstairs elegantly with plenty to gain.

…

Night remained deep, but the atmosphere in the art museum was noticeably tenser than when he arrived.

It seems that the impact of the prisoner escape incident in re seconds really did transfer here.

The specific manifestation was that although there was still no Saint overseeing, Fu Qian unexpectedly saw his old teammate Reginald, who had investigated the Nightmare twice not too long ago.

This fellow, with a visibly ordinary mood, was organizing the art museum’s search work, repeatedly emphasizing the key focus——

All should avoid dispersing; second, only search for abnormal traces. Report directly if there’s any discovery, avoiding any form of conflict.

Clearly, through tonight’s thorough understanding, The Sect considerably raised its danger rating.

At the sa ti, their rating of the painting was still obviously not high.

Because among several squads that ca straight for viewing, only one was here.

Leading the squad, Reginald specially reminded them of every painting.

It seems that tonight’s discussion results revealed that the Bloodline Clan had actually shared so insights with The Sect.

For instance, the possibility of coming from another World Within the Painting.

This behavior is still understandable; such a big event happened, naturally allowing others to have so reaction.

The Bloodline Clan might have complex emotions towards its current self, but it’s impossible not to try pushing further.

The Sect being such good labor shouldn’t be ignored.

As for the thod, listening to what the second lady’s Blood slave says so proficiently ans that there’s likely more than one Puppet among them, and subtly proposing ideas is indeed too easy.

While contemplating, his steps didn’t stop, and just as he was about to collide head-on with his old friend Reginald, blood mist surged from Fu Qian’s body, and he vanished on the spot.

…

The other squad hadn’t gone far when, under the effect of Blood Conquest, Fu Qian directly erged into their field of vision.

Contrary to affectionate couples, under the serious atmosphere crafted by Reginald, the squad mbers were clearly on high alert.

Ah—

Thus, almost instantly, soone searched the anomaly in their view and even released a moderate exclamation.

Though briefly glimpsed, that form was indeed sowhat bizarre.

A shadow clearly different from ordinary people, with a long-shaped head, had already rged into the Darkness before being seen clearly.

With a reminder from the scream, this scene was certainly also captured in the eyes of other squad mbers.

Although generally young, they still displayed considerable discipline, quickly dismissing any attempt to chase and issued the agreed signal.

By the ti support arrived, undoubtedly, that figure was long gone.

“Sir.”

At this mont, soone reminded the frowning Reginald, indicating for him to look at the ground.

On the smooth brown floor, speckles of bloodstains unexpectedly erged.

It really ca…

Squatting down to examine for a few seconds, Reginald’s expression at that instant was sowhat complex.

…

Hoping to offer a bit of guidance.

By now, Fu Qian had long been strolling on the nightti streets outside, not even having removed the Headcage.

His actions were quite simple just now, leaving traces for The Sect and even the Bloodline Clan to reinforce their belief in the existence of a second painting.

Under current circumstances, the World Within the Painting no longer required their assistance for any investigation.

And since sent here, might as well imitate the Bloodline Clan and maximize manpower utilization.

Therefore, Fu Qian chose to appear in other areas and leave behind so marks.

Specifically, which painting The Sect will thereby lock onto is of minimal importance as long as it’s not the one by Qi Guang, their actions will be sowhat more aningful.

…

Although there’s no clear notion of the Witch’s specific whereabouts, a few things are essentially certain at the mont.

First, the Witch’s traces still exist in this world and haven’t completely vanished.

Second, her state is off, not ruling out conditions similar to death.

Third, she anticipated this state, hence left herself gifts in advance, and even concealed in the World Within the Painting, her final depiction.

Moreover, regardless of which of the two items, absolutely no ntion of the thing she’s facing, thoroughly conveying unwillingness for one’s involvent.

Her trouble is feared to be significantly exaggerated.

Knowing that the side of the World Within the Painting is predicated on oneself having already broken barriers to co, even expending effort to execute similar reversed world operations to see is crucial.

And yet she didn’t leave a single word there to guide one to guard her.

Unfortunately, such guarding affairs, protection often isn’t sothing easy to decide.

Although the violent Insight result to a certain degree proves her choice is reasonable.

Summarizing the current acquisitions, Fu Qian’s return journey wasn’t swift.

And, though wearing the Headcage, given the lateness of the evening, there was no concern about frightening innocent people.

Of course, his destination was explicit.

With the posture of a leisurely stroll, he proceeded down the path, ultimately stopping outside a quaint, elegant residence, silently calculating the ti.

Indeed, it’s the very place Anke rented.

After night shifts, returning ho naturally.

And observing montarily beneath the shadows, no visible changes were seen through the gaps of the Headcage.

Still a quiet night compounded by a lack of nightlife among people.

…

Truly found realism.

With no surprise felt, Fu Qian reached out and removed the Headcage.

The second attribute of this item, wearing for over an hour, allows one to see the reality of the surrounding world.

Now that an hour has passed, seeing everything unchanged further proves the conclusion in front of him wasn’t a Nightmare.

Patting around himself, he surprisingly hadn’t lost the key.

In the next instant, Fu Qian lifted the Headcage and approached, unlocking the door.

Although this night seed excessively abrupt, landlady Mrs. Harper still followed her usual routine and went to bed early.

Even her breathing was as steady as always, unruffled by the sound of the door opening.

And after gently closing the door, Fu Qian quietly proceeded upstairs, opening his door and greeting a shocked Amila.

“Not working the night shift today?”