Chapter 1334: 1332: A Night Visit to the Vampire (7)

Chapter 1334: Chapter 1332: A Night Visit to the Vampire (7)

The destination of a dream is to wake up…

The greatest advantage of a charlatan is that no matter how nonsensical your words are, the listeners’ first reaction is to doubt their own comprehension rather than question your expression.

Not to mention, Fu Qian casually toggled the Decree Residue, Frost-Cold Moon’s Radiance—setting the atmosphere to its peak.

The effect was indeed ideal.

A circle of brains around him instantly entered a frenzy of overdrive, and after a short moment, the least prejudiced among them—Lady Bally—attempted to speak.

“As Dark Moon’s Apostle, have you already seen the outcome of this ‘nightmare’ we’re trapped in?”

Her divergent thinking still seemed strong; she actually managed to construct an explanation out of thin air. Though her tone carried obvious sarcasm when mentioning the term “nightmare.”

“Even if the end has been predetermined, it doesn’t mean the Herder is unnecessary to guide us.”

Fu Qian scoffed softly in response to her disrespectful demeanor and continued to speak cryptically, avoiding straightforward language.

“We are right here, so what is your plan for leading us?”

The second lady’s tone remained unfriendly as she interjected decisively, unapologetically confrontational.

“That’s right, here you are.”

However, Fu Qian merely let out a hearty laugh, like an elder brimming with patience, and gestured toward a small window.

“So the changes earlier, turns out they were your doing!”

Moments of confusion passed before someone quick to react shouted out immediately.

“Yes, I’m in a hurry.”

Fu Qian nodded slightly, as if he had merely done something trivial.

“And I didn’t even intend to violate the principles of your evening gathering.”

So, the earlier day-night shift was truly his doing… Was the sole purpose just to start the meeting earlier?

Those slower to catch on were left bewildered, but upon hearing the exchange, they too realized that Fu Qian’s act—directing them to observe the night sky—was essentially his answer to the question “how will you guide us right here.”

In truth, the very act of “being here” was already the outcome of his guidance.

Is such a thing even possible? That’s outright absurd!

And if that’s the case, then could it be that Saphar’s death earlier…

In an instant, more than one person recalled this Dark Moon Apostle. His footsteps had never faltered, not even as they approached the hidden gathering site here…

Saphar had tried to obstruct but failed, had burst through the door in agitation…

Yet even the pre-set trap failed to hinder this man in the slightest…

He had simply walked forward, struck swiftly to kill, and claimed the vacant seat…

Indeed, the charlatan leads the way, while idle ramblings run rampant in the minds of individuals. A convoluted yet seamless story took shape in their thoughts, weaving itself uncontrollably.

It even brought change beyond mental boundaries.

The last traces of dazzling bloodstains in the rotunda had silently faded away.

…

“A promising pupil!”

Watching all participants shed their social obsessions and become focused on the topic itself, Fu Qian felt deeply gratified for a moment.

“I acknowledge that your story is intriguing, but it falls short of convincing us, Mr. Herbert.”

The clan’s momentum plummeted drastically, yet Lady Bally, the first to cooperate with a question earlier, now displayed composure and self-assurance as she spoke to stabilize the crowd.

“Without further evidence, your claim that we’re unknowingly trapped in a nightmare only comes off as the delusional rambling of a madman.”

“Why would I need you to accept it? Think carefully—it’s you who went off-topic first.”

However, such comments wouldn’t pose the slightest challenge to Fu Qian, who didn’t even blink as he exercised the ultimate charlatan’s grand law: “Believe it or not, I don’t care.”

“Alright, now that your curiosity has been satisfied, shouldn’t we return to the main subject?”

…

After enduring a round of mental coercion, the Bloodline Clan reluctantly swallowed their discomfort from Fu Qian’s forthrightness and integrity.

However, with their organizational structure temporarily dismantled, none were in the position to object.

“So, I assume we’re all clear on the situation. Now, let’s hear it—why do you believe the issue lies with the abandoned pawns in the mist?”

Given the circumstances, Fu Qian naturally shifted his attention toward Yack.

“Because all possible explanations have already been ruled out. I am certain that the patient has always been a purely ordinary individual, unaffected by the recent nightmare, and free of contamination in the conventional sense.”

Yack seemed to gradually adapt to his role, even seamlessly referring to the subject as ‘patient.’

“A pure elimination process, so what about the rest of you?”

Fu Qian refrained from expressing any opinion and left space for others to contribute.

“If Yack’s reasoning checks out, can anyone deduce how the abandoned pawns could have caused this effect? Even though I didn’t detect their traces on the patient at the time.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one who knows more about this? Wasn’t today about returning from exploration?”

The second lady maintained her sharp edge, exposing again their apparent access to insider information.

“Not entirely clear.”

Fu Qian, however, displayed magnanimity, showing no sign of offense and even generously sharing his findings.

“The Sect created a specialized dreamscape within that area, enabling the abandoned pawns to project into it in unique ways.”

“It truly opened my eyes. Their projected forms are essentially chaotic amalgamations, mimicking the external aggressiveness while exhibiting vastly different lethality toward one another.”

“But that’s all for now. I haven’t observed them generating special distortions or inconspicuously parasitizing humans, so how does the Bloodline Clan perceive them?”

Is this man seriously diving into the discussion?

Seeing him truly articulate his findings and share insights from today’s expedition, even the second lady was rendered speechless, while the Bloodline Clan struggled to suppress their sense of absurdity.

Mere minutes ago, this benevolent ‘gentleman’ had torn Saphar to shreds. The blood-red stains beneath his feet hadn’t even dried yet.

“They are indeed chaotic amalgamates, derived from the mist’s native inhabitants, encompassing but not limited to organic entities.”

After a prolonged oppressive silence, someone finally responded.

Lady Bally initiated the discussion, affirming Fu Qian’s statements.

“As for their origin, it seems to involve aspects of time—a curse that blankets the entire world.”

“The mist is a sort of incarnation related to this, but it’s not the curse itself. It’s more like the dust born from temporal withering, and similarly, the abandoned pawns—also dust—are fundamentally one with it.”

Her reasoning appeared sound, subtly hinting at the Bloodline Clan’s grasp over control.

Fu Qian listened attentively, reflecting deeply.

Judging by the reactions around him, Bally’s remarks evidently weren’t known to everyone there. The clan was indeed loosely structured.

But even so, their ability to investigate and gather intelligence to such an extent exhibited some semblance of regal stature—no wonder their haughty demeanor.

“The entire world?”

In a moment of amazement, Fu Qian confirmed her statement.

“Yes.”

Lady Bally revealed no emotion, her tone unwaveringly certain.

“From the moment that mist emerged, the entire world has been reduced to nothing but Leytin’s existence.”

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