Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Servant’s Needle (12)_1 Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Servant’s Needle (12)_1 Facts have proven that even if you’re here to save the world, you still need to buy a ticket.
And after Fu Qian snapped his fingers to call soone over to pay, Shen Yuan’s resentnt had almost materialized, and her expression was clearly shaken.
This wasn’t the kind of shake caused by cognitive collapse but rather her trust in Fu Qian.
It was obvious that in her mind, the probability of Fu Qian having a screw loose was increasingly high.
Of course, out of habit, she still forked out the money for the tickets.
How can you be so reluctant to participate in saving the world? Don’t you see the honor in it?
Fu Qian, with a skin as thick as a city wall, disregarded whatever shift was happening in her gaze and marched ahead of her.
He had already observed that, without ntioning anything else, the museum staff seed quite normal for the ti being.
Following the structure of the building, Fu Qian realized that the interior wasn’t particularly spacious as they reached the inner part of the museum.
However, it was apparent that so thought had gone into the content, a pity that tastes have degraded over the years, and considering it was a weekday morning, one could imagine the foot traffic.
At a glance, there were just the two of them alive, and a uniford staff mber.
“Just to remind you, there are caras everywhere.”
This staff mber, clearly not expecting visitors at this hour, examined the two of them before hinting sothing in his words.
Huh?
His words seed to jolt Shen Yuan awake as well.
Her gaze towards Fu Qian was extrely complex for a mont, and after sizing him up, she subconsciously distanced herself.
The world is deteriorating, what is everyone filling their heads with!
Fu Qian naturally scorned such thoughts and concentrated on exploring their surroundings.
Unfortunately, the entire museum had only three floors.
After he had ticulously made a round, he found nothing suspicious, no gains to speak of.
Were Kelly and the others’ judgnt mistaken?
In this situation, it seed the only explanation.
“This joke is not funny at all.”
Shen Yuan, who had followed through the entire tour, couldn’t hold back and spoke up again.
Without a doubt, her ntal scales were completely unbalanced at this point.
And in her eyes, Fu Qian had subtly beco an oddball of mature years.
Ignoring her skepticism, Fu Qian thought for a mont and snapped his fingers again, summoning the only staff mber.
“Do you need sothing? We are quite busy!”
Realizing that Fu Qian was summoning him, the staff mber dawdled for a while before reluctantly approaching.
Busy? You just spent at least eighty percent of the ti gawking over here, thinking we wouldn’t notice?
Fu Qian obviously sneered at the staff mber’s self-praise.
“What’s the most expensive exhibit in the whole museum?”
“The most expensive?”
Caught off guard by a question in his own field, the staff mber huffed, exuding a sense of snobbery.
“Each item possesses its unique value and cannot be asured in money, but if you really want to know—”
The staff mber, pausing for effect, casually led the way, eventually bringing them in front of a painting.
“It’s this one.”
“This is a genuine original, completely different from those replicas over there.”
“I can say with confidence that even higher-level museums rarely have a collection of this caliber.”
Is that so?
Fu Qian stroked his chin, staring at the voluptuous figure of the young woman in the painting.
His unwavering gaze would make anyone think he was trying to peer through that thin veil.
“As an embodint of humanistic spirit, the artistic achievent of this oil painting on canvas is so high, it’s considered the treasure of the museum…”
It’s unknown whether it was a bit of distaste for Fu Qian’s deanor, or a desire to show off in front of the lady, but the staff mber began a relentless monologue.
However, while he was enthusiastically speaking, Fu Qian had already stepped aside.
This even caused Shen Yuan to stare blankly for a mont, as both she and the staff mber watched Fu Qian’s movents.
Crash!
The next mont, to their stunned gaze, Fu Qian punched through a glass case nearby and extracted a sword.
He twirled the sword deftly, then walked back without a word and struck down the humanitarian masterpiece with a single slice.
…
It turned out that the sword, being an exhibit, was well-preserved and even sharper than imagined.
But with a few swift slashes, within a matter of seconds, the museum’s prized possession had turned into re shreds of cloth.
Ah!
As Fu Qian ceased, satisfied, an inhuman scream echoed.
“You, you, you… You actually…”
The staff mber pointed at Fu Qian, his body trembling.
He didn’t even dare to look at the remnants of the canvas, while his other hand subconsciously grabbed his own face, appearing utterly unable to accept the scene before him.
“It’s like a dream, right?”
Fu Qian tossed the sword aside casually, his face revealing a sinister smile.
“Or rather, a nightmare.”
In the next mont, perhaps from exerting too much force, a strip of flesh was grotesquely torn from the already deford face of the staff mber with a scream of agony.
It seems this one’s resistance was sowhat weaker.
Fu Qian observed this scene.
From Kelly and Brooke’s behavior, they seed fairly certain that sothing was amiss here.
Unfortunately, there was no anomaly in sight, nothing but tranquil serenity to be seen.
But Fu Qian was not one to give up easily.
If no anomaly was visible, then it was ti to look from a different angle.
His first thought was of that ruined world.
If soone’s breakdown of cognition could trigger a change in scenery, then here were two pri candidates.
So, in front of the two, Fu Qian chose to beco a destroyer of art.
Undoubtedly, the stimulation had a remarkable effect.
As blood flowed down the staff mber’s face, the wound swelled with a lump the size of a fingertip.
As the lump squird, a shiny black tendril pierced through the thin skin, burrowing out from within.
The mont after, flesh parted to reveal a black and yellow beetle erging.
This sight was undeniably nauseating, yet it was only the beginning; soon after the first beetle crawled down his face, a second appeared, then a third…
“Insects?”
The next mont, Fu Qian heard an inexplicable horror close to his ear.
When he turned his head, Shen Yuan was frantically rubbing her face, her voice filled with madness.
“How could there be insects inside my body; it’s impossible!”
Had this triggered a chain reaction?
Had his earlier act of destroying the artwork not scared her, but the staff mber’s face had given her a terrifying shock?
Fu Qian said nothing, and the next mont, he saw Shen Yuan bend down, pick up the sword she had dropped, and place it against her own neck.
As blood surged forth, she didn’t hesitate much and pressed the blade down, slicing around her neck.
“Get it out! Quick!”
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