Chapter 2098 - 2093: Divergent Understandings

Chapter 2098: Chapter 2093: Divergent Understandings

Truly astonishing.

The situation suddenly changed, and Fu Qian didn’t retreat even half a step at that moment, but he wasn’t stingy with his praise.

Is there really a group of "them"?

In the unseen position behind, there was some kind of invisible thing, which almost qualified as a terrifying scene that could make anyone uncomfortable.

And although that thing still hadn’t shown itself so far, the long halberd clearly hit the target, and judging by the traces on the ground, there was a massive amount of blood loss.

Such a sharp performance easily made one think that the plan was indeed effective.

Through the contact with the stone seat, one could further connect with the whole furnace and discover the hidden "them" within.

"I was still wrong..."

At this time, Zhao Ran had already charged forward, picking up the long halberd with caution and vigilance.

However, having gained no further rewards, he finally looked towards Fu Qian beside him, his expression complex.

"Oh? Where were you wrong?"

Given the other party’s current mental state, admitting a mistake was another astonishing feat, prompting Fu Qian’s curious confirmation.

"That mark isn’t ’theirs’... rather, it was left for us."

The spray of blood almost perfectly stained the top of one of the "hand," and Zhao Ran’s gaze followed from there to the stone seat.

"Although I don’t know who did it, if it’s those ’failures,’ it’s very clear this thing can give us a bit of power to resist... Did you see it just now?"

...

The meaning isn’t hard to understand; they completely misunderstood the origin of the symbols.

It wasn’t an external representation of "them," but a means of resistance explored by the many sacrifices.

This indeed made more sense, otherwise, the graffiti in that special space would be difficult to explain.

They couldn’t just be like bats, gathering there to rest, could they?

In comparison, if numerous "failures" drew there to warn future generations, it seems more reasonable, though it still doesn’t explain why they move.

"There’s nothing there."

In silent commentary, Fu Qian honestly answered the question.

"... It’s a pity there is."

Seemingly prepared, yet Zhao Ran’s face turned a bit dark as he once again proved his previous foolishness.

"I can’t describe its exact form, but it’s clearly some kind of living thing, and things like walls can’t obstruct it — I should have sat there long ago."

As he spoke, his tone was filled with undisguised regret, clearly feeling that he had overthought before.

Though painful, it wasn’t a trap, quite the opposite, it was a rare assistance.

"You, sit up there."

Not even finished yet, without waiting for Fu Qian’s response, Zhao Ran seemed to have thought of something, his expression instantly turning cold.

"Why?"

Judging from the previous situation, this seemed a reasonable suggestion, but what’s with this attitude?

Fu Qian was momentarily curious.

"Because I don’t trust you that much."

The response was straightforward.

"You know too much, but I can’t figure out how you know... and this isn’t inherently bad unless for you, that position is actually a trap."

Just like mentioned before, Zhao Ran’s emotional management was already on the brink of collapse, yet this analysis actually seemed rather plausible.

Even though there had been a lot of communication from just now, it’s hard to say how much trust there was between them.

By confirming that the seat was actually aimed at "them," forcing oneself to sit there would clearly further eliminate suspicion.

If indeed unassociated with "them," then there would be no reason to fear.

"Hurry up."

Assassin Brother was already urging.

"Alright, thanks for sharing."

Too courteous to decline, Fu Qian didn’t mind the other’s less-than-friendly tone and walked forward in the next moment, sitting back in that position.

...

"Did you see it?"

Such decisiveness finally allowed Zhao Ran’s expression to ease slightly, though only for a moment.

Witnessing his eroding patience, he quickly couldn’t help but check the effect.

Of course, it perhaps had something to do with Fu Qian’s overly natural demeanor.

There’s no helping it, now not being very emotional, small mental impacts were directly immune.

"I can’t see anything."

Fu Qian shook his head, responding honestly.

"Truly can’t see anything?"

Zhao Ran, however, did not believe it, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Truly can’t see anything."

Fu Qian shook his head again.

"Oh— you really can’t see me?"

Staring fixedly over, in the suffocating air, Zhao Ran’s cold face suddenly softened at one point, an odd smile emerging.

...

The amount of information was significant.

The breakdown of emotional management wasn’t like this, a 180-degree attitude change clearly concealed other secrets.

For instance, taking it most literally— "they" is actually me.

"Hehe, originally I wanted to play with you a bit longer, but I didn’t expect such efficiency."

Without needing Fu Qian to ask, Zhao Ran had already admitted the next moment, and a wanton and unrestrained aura gushed from his entire being.

"Although I don’t know how you left last time, it’s regrettable to tell you that you will never have the opportunity to leave again!

"But it wasn’t too much of a loss for you, right? The story was interesting, right? At the time, I didn’t have such a privilege; everything had to rely on myself."

Looking around, Zhao Ran plunged into memories with abandon.

"There was nothing, no information, no way out, not even something capable of human speech... I had to find it myself, to search, to hide and dodge...

"And by the third day, I had sworn that if anyone could appear and lead me out, I would grant him the most painful death, heheh..."

The final laugh had a uniquely strange flair, peculiarly infectious.

"And you came a few months later than that, so do you know what that means?"

Pointing the long halberd at Fu Qian, Zhao Ran’s expression in a second became fierce once more.

"I think I have an idea."

Fu Qian remained sitting quietly.

"So you also know where that blood just came from?"

"Your performance? Clearly ’they’ actually refers to you yourself... you’ve merged quite well with this place, even able to utilize its power to create certain illusions?"

Though the other party’s emotions were unstable and the communication much more fractured, Fu Qian’s comprehension was once again proven, easily summarizing the intended meaning.

"Indeed clever... If you’d come a few months earlier, I might have welcomed you differently, but you simply cannot imagine what I’ve experienced during these days."

Laughing wildly to the sky, Zhao Ran almost appeared to be on the brink of transformation.

He had actually said this once before, the urgency of mental health care is paramount!

Faced with this scene, Fu Qian merely sighed in his heart.

Coming in a rush for project acceptance turned out to be wise, a bit later and the exchange might have been quite arduous.

"Why can’t I imagine?"

Fu Qian sighed.

"Why do you think I said thanks for sharing earlier?"

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