Chapter 330: Chapter 330: The Cage of Fools (24)_1
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What is this?
Fu Qian looked at the item in Su Gao’s hand.
At such a tense mont, it was undoubtedly odd to see her pull out a dice.
Yet seeing Su Gao handle it with such gravity, the item must be extraordinary.
Firstly, it was definitely a Transcendent object, this much Fu Qian could confirm just by standing there.
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He could even feel a special connection between it and Su Gao.
But given its shape, the likelihood of it being a weapon was probably small. What did she plan to do with it?
Fu Qian remained silent, deciding to watch and wait.
At this mont, Su Gao grasped the dice with her eyes tightly shut, in a state of complete self-forgetfulness.
The next mont, she squatted down, palm open, and threw the dice onto the floor.
Was this so sort of divination?
As the dice rolled unpredictably on the floor, Fu Qian’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
He could vaguely feel that with each roll of the dice, Su Gao’s will was being disturbed and pulled at, worsening an already frail ntal state.
It all seed rather sinister. Could her transformation into a puppet be related to this?
Gambling harms your ntal health, truly no deceit there!
As the rolling of the dice started to slow down, Fu Qian imdiately bent down to grab it from the floor.
Blood splattered!
Before Fu Qian’s hand could get close, it was slashed by invisible blades.
In an instant, his hand was covered in wounds, crisscrossed and deep enough to see bone.
This object was indeed dangerous, and it was obvious it didn’t want others to touch it.
Despite its fierce resistance, the shattered palm didn’t hesitate; clutching at the splattered flesh, it still seized it firmly.
Trendous strength ca through, and the dice in the palm of his hand still did not cease its struggle, tearing at the surrounding flesh, attempting to break free.
Unfortunately, the hand enveloping it turned dark and tough in an instant, like iron pliers holding it down firmly in the palm.
After continuing to struggle without movent, the object finally stopped.
Simultaneously, Su Gao opened her eyes.
The next mont, her long knife pointed at Fu Qian, her voice tinged with a faint sense of loss.
“It’s all fake after all, even you… You’re fake too.”
This is bad!
The mont Su Gao spoke, Fu Qian knew sothing was wrong, and he imdiately retreated, avoiding the knife.
From her words just now, it seed she regarded everything around her as an illusion?
Could it be because of the inversion of the Siren’s Tears Veil outside just now?
It was quite magical, but surely that reaction was a bit much!
However, Su Gao’s deanor made it clear that she was convinced everything before her was an illusion and she was determined to cut down the ntal barriers, showing no rcy with her blade.
It seed this misunderstanding would be difficult to resolve!
As he avoided the sharp slashes, Fu Qian’s thoughts raced.
If it was related to this item… his hand holding the dice tightened slightly.
Regrettably, not only was there no damage to the latter, but it even launched a counterattack several tis more fierce than before, making even his transford palm struggle to hold out.
Directly crushing it seed infeasible, and without knowing its properties, acting rashly was likely not a good idea.
They had to stop her first, Fu Qian looked at Su Gao.
But her current state appeared rather brittle, simply knocking her out might not be possible, and if he used too much force, the results could be like those of the earlier illusion—spirit and body obliterated.
They needed verbal communication.
Having made up his mind, Fu Qian took another deep breath in the next mont.
“Viola!”
Then he exhaled and bellowed with a voice like thunder.
Under the crushing weight of his voice, the ruthless Hunter Su Gao instantly shuddered, and the knife in her hand slowed.
It worked!
Fu Qian nodded, decisively pressing the advantage.
“Margaret!”
“Chiffon!”
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“Ha-Ni-Bella!”
It sounded like two nas? Whatever, as long as it worked.
After the final assault, Su Gao’s movents had completely halted.
Not only had her weapon stopped half a ter away from Fu Qian, but her body was even trembling!
Clang!
The sound of the long blade hitting the ground was heard, and she, clutching her head with one hand, appeared to be in considerable pain.
Those few nas, did they really trigger so mories for her?
Seeing this, Fu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, quite pleased.
Of course, it could also be that she was deafened since the sound had been rather loud just now.
“Can we have a proper conversation now?”
To avoid the latter scenario, Fu Qian even deliberately moved to where Su Gao could see him.
If she could read lips, that should still work.
“Hmm…”
It was rare to see Su Gao with such a look in her eyes, a mix of confusion and indescribable struggle.
Even back in the Rotten Forest, she didn’t seem to have such an expression.
Fu Qian sighed, spread his palm open, and brought the die to her.
“What is this thing?”
“This is… Hidden Thread.”
The mont she saw the die, there was a slight fluctuation in Su Gao’s emotions.
Hidden Thread? A die with such a na was indeed quite unusual.
Fu Qian frowned slightly, different from before, the tiny die had now settled down and was lying still in the palm of his hand.
“Is it a Transcendent object?”
“Yes.”
“Why were you convinced earlier that all this was an illusion?”
To get her to talk more, Fu Qian handed it back to Su Gao.
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Su Gao silently took it over, stared at it for a long ti, and finally spoke.
“Hidden Thread is a special item sealed by the Night Watchman, specially borrowed for targeting this mission.”
“It has no killing power in itself, but it has a remarkable effect on hallucinations and psychic influences like ntal suggestions.”
“When used, you establish a connection through a special thod, and it will lock onto a number.”
“In situations where you can’t confirm whether you have been affected by psychic influences, you can throw this die, and if the locked number shows up, everything is normal.”
A number… Fu Qian seed to have grasped sothing.
“And if not?”
“If not… it ans there’s an external force that has twisted the will, and cognition has been disturbed.”
“In that case, you can use it to lock and separate the current consciousness, expel the corruption, and return to oneself.”
Sounds good; the Night Watchman really has so nice stuff!
After Su Gao’s explanation, Fu Qian had a fairly clear understanding of Hidden Thread’s function.
It seed pretty good from the effects; bringing it along ant he could manually check his ntal state.
Fu Qian couldn’t help but think of the fallen Siren’s Tears Veil.
The Night Watchman seed to have a lot of items against psychic influences.
But thinking about it, it made sense, as the foremost Transcendent organization, there weren’t many who dared to confront them directly.
Sneaky little acts of ntal suggestion often beco the choice of unlawful Transcendents.
Also, if he rembered correctly, the side effects of Siren’s Tears Veil were not small.
“Does this thing have any negative effects?”
“Yes… it’s alive, it has its own will, so it can’t be used frequently. If used more than ten tis in a short period, it will lead to ntal parasitism.”
Oh? Fu Qian raised an eyebrow.
“How many tis have you used it?”
“That was the sixth ti just now.”
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