Chapter 224 - Chapter 224: Chapter 223: Worm of Erosion (13)_1

Chapter 224: Chapter 223: Worm of Erosion (13)_1

“Do you mean to say that someone had been to this nightmare before and ended up dying inside?”

Sensing the age-old weariness in the Interlocutor’s words, Fu Qian decided to play along with a question.

“Otherwise?”

The Interlocutor hummed lowly in response.

“What I said was that it’s been a long time since anyone has been here, not that no one has ever come.”

“I see!”

Fu Qian nodded, looking very earnest.

“That explains it, no wonder it’s so monotonous here—it totally clashes with my personality.”

“It seems the previous visitor was completely out of touch with the trait of imagination.”

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His words clearly fell outside of the Interlocutor’s logical train of thought, and it took a while for the latter to speak up again.

“If it were you, what do you think would showcase imagination?”

“If it were my dream, this place—”

In the silence that the Interlocutor maintained, Fu Qian had already walked to the side of the library and pointed directly at the building, several stories high, with a solemn voice.

“Would be a miracle!”

“Miracle? What kind of miracle?”

Although he already had an ominous feeling, the Interlocutor couldn’t help but ask.

“A colossal library.”

“That’s not too bad!”

The Interlocutor breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat perplexed.

“Everything made out of transparent materials.”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian was not finished yet.

“…and then?”

“The shape would be a torch.”

“Hmm?”

“Divided by a central line—with the library on the bottom and the world’s largest manure tank on top.”

“What did you say?”

The Interlocutor seemed to doubt his own ears.

“A giant manure tank, clear as crystal from the outside.”

Fu Qian confirmed what he had heard.

“Above the library, a real, burning torch.”

“The methane generated by the fermenting contents of the tank below would provide an endless supply of fuel, creating an eternal lighthouse. Its light, passing through the transparent walls, would shine upon every student.”

“Every student sitting below would feel bathed in the light of wisdom. And they would know that, within the light of this beacon of civilization, there was a contribution that was their own.”

After the conversation ended, the Interlocutor fell into a minute-long silence.

Fu Qian even faintly felt the tattoo on his arm becoming slightly unstable.

“I have seen many twisted nightmares, but the scene you just described really takes my breath away. I sincerely hope I do not fall into such a—”

Mid-sentence, the Interlocutor’s voice abruptly stopped.

At the same time, Fu Qian paused and looked up.

Under the crimson moonlight, a conspicuous bright yellow form suddenly appeared at the top of the library.

The bright yellow quickly expanded, soon stretching beyond the façade.

Golden branches shot out from the center, reaching out in all directions, in an instant covering a large area.

Within just a few seconds, a golden tree appeared at the top of the library, shimmering against the eerie moonlight, radiantly striking.

“No way…”

Pinching his chin, Fu Qian gazed at the sudden marvel, seemingly overhearing the Interlocutor’s whisper.

“Looks like I need to go up there.”

No one would believe there was nothing unusual in the library after seeing this scene.

This wasn’t a bad thing; in fact, it seemed like a clue had appeared.

It just felt a bit strange that it happened right after I finished speaking.

The Interlocutor clearly felt the same way. This scene, together with Fu Qian’s earlier description, gave him an uncomfortable association.

However, given his current state, his feelings couldn’t influence our next move.

Fu Qian made a beeline for the main entrance of the library and climbed the stairs without hesitation.

Speaking of which, the library was almost the building Fu Qian frequented the most during his college years.

He spent over half of his university life there, which is why he considered his college experience to be fulfilling.

From this position, looking through the glass door, Fu Qian could already see the students buried in their studies inside.

The violently detached head was now placed to one side, buried under a pile of thick textbooks and notes.

In the last dream, the library was also within Sister Ox-head’s sphere of influence.

Fu Qian wasn’t surprised by the scene before him.

None of the students reacted to Fu Qian’s arrival; they all continued with their work, constantly writing and drawing.

Fu Qian had no intention of disturbing them; to him, the surface calm was just a fragile illusion.

Although Sister Ox-head was gone, startling these people could lead to a very troublesome situation.

Quickly, Fu Qian made his way to the office area as if it were a road he had travelled many times before, and headed straight for the room he visited last time.

Click!

With a light sound, the door opened again.

It wasn’t locked, just as expected.

Fu Qian pushed the door and entered, first noticing a desk lamp emitting a dim light that barely illuminated half of the table.

Apart from that, there was nothing unusual, and Fu Qian didn’t find a corpse of his own or anything like that here.

“It looks like there was still a meeting here.”

Fu Qian went up and turned off the desk lamp.

The crimson moonlight poured in, which strangely seemed even brighter than before.

“It’s just not clear where the other two have gone. Can you feel their presence?”

“What makes you think I’m in a state to sense anything right now?”

The quiet Interlocutor finally spoke up, sounding like he’d somewhat recovered.

“I’ve told you before, even last time, I wasn’t some all-knowing being; I merely invoked my own power.

Furthermore, the effect was just to make things move in a certain direction.”

“Alright then.”

Fu Qian huffed.

“It seems we have no choice but to keep moving up.”

“That was obvious. Never mind that huge mass of… stuff obviously being at the top, that girl likely ran upwards too. Linger here is just a waste of time!”

“Great minds think alike.”

Fu Qian flowed with the suggestion, quickly exiting the door and getting on the way, even rarely praising the response.

In fact, his question just now was mainly to test the waters.

From the current situation, the Interlocutor’s statements were consistent.

His power influenced the “Momentum” of how things unfolded but didn’t extend to specific details.

And regarding Liu Yi, it roughly meant he was following my perspective in a way similar to a haunting spirit.

As he thought about this, Fu Qian turned the corner in the hallway in search of the way up.

He had some memory of the path Liu Yi took last, if he remembered correctly, it should be over here— at that moment he stopped in his tracks.

“This floor is absurdly high!”

Fu Qian looked up at a forty-five-degree angle and exclaimed sincerely.

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