Chapter 2254: Chapter 2249: From Welcoming Guests to Kidnapping
Sure enough, he was eagerly awaiting.
At that moment, Fu Qian simply felt the ripples of his old friend quietly and did not intervene further.
Though the situation was somewhat tragic, he didnât think the Interlocutorâs demise was as dramatic as it seemed.
Now, the one worth worrying about seemed to be himself.
Even without relying on Extraordinary Perception, one could tell that the mist emerging wasnât merely a change in weather.
Having been the Nightmare Dominator for quite a while, the mist had always been a boundary marker with impassable properties.
Not to mention the scene before him bore a striking familiarity to the first task in the Nightmare Corridor by the schoolâs edge.
He wouldnât be surprised if Sister Ox-head emerged from within at any moment.
In conclusion, after the Interlocutorâs outburst, Fu Qian saw the primary result as being firmly trapped, with no easy escape.
Such a powerful effect undoubtedly belonged to the prisonersâ efforts, while the tormented Brother Interlocutor played his part as a mere tool.
As for why His Excellency Alarakir and the others suddenly changed their stance from hiding to enthusiastically inviting?
Itâs easy to understandâ the real guest they wanted hadnât arrived.
As previously speculated, sensing between the two Dark Moons could be felt by the Witch, but what about the hosts?
It seemed the answer was affirmative.
Not only did they sense it, but they also reacted instantly to achieve certain goals.
The specific approach was the situation just witnessed, where the corridor suddenly deteriorated and lost its vitality.
Even later when it was discovered that they hadnât left, they were in a state of entanglement, incapable of action.
To visitors, this scene likely suggestedâ the danger was under control.
Next was to set aside worries and explore with confidence.
Especially since the first person to enter wasnât the main target.
...
Fu Qian believed his decision to run in first took the prisoners by surprise.
But regardless of past friendships, this was no time for small talk; the invitation had to be seen through.
Of course, this didnât mean that the group was fine; this vague boundary posture was deliberately crafted.
Such a level of tacit understanding, if not backed by specific vested interests, could not be achieved even by close brothers, let alone by a group of nearly insane Superior Beings.
Considering past observations that these guys have a penchant for celebrating misfortunes, Fu Qian leaned toward the idea that the prisoners indeed faced such a predicament, merely repurposing waste.
It must be noted, though, the Interlocutorâs performance in this process was quite commendable, making the most significant contribution his role could allow.
The balance of cunning and clowning was just right, helping to reduce Fu Qianâs vigilance toward this place significantly.
The subtleties in his demeanor and approach minimized the likelihood of mind control in Fu Qianâs view.
Indeed, his reaction earlier was completely sincere; the Interlocutor was simply playing himself, a perspective Fu Qian inclined to support.
Even considering it from the prisonersâ viewpoint, Fu Qian admitted he might do the same.
After all, they were somewhat lacking in the art of persuasion and might as well let him perform naturally.
Itâs unfortunate that his endurance was somewhat lacking, facing an old friend who knew many of the facts, he ultimately couldnât hold out.
As for what the current situation represented, it was self-evident.
If the invitation failed, another method would be adopted.
The Superior Being seniors were evidently laying their cards on the table.
...
Honestly, the prisonersâ ability to come up with such a response was quite impressive.
Their luck wasnât bad either; although their first visitor wasnât the Witch they expected,
the Pathfinderâs lack of Extraordinary Perception meant their disguise was less likely to be exposed.
However, they clearly were unaware of the significance behind the Knight of the Dark Moon saying "Iâll go scout ahead."
Did you think it was just about submitting some casual observation report?
How could one let the Pontiff take undue risks without verifying the situation?
Especially when this place was suspected of having once trapped her "mother."
Of course, the situation had been partially confirmed, and it didnât look optimistic.
The abruptly rising mist suggested the hosts were entering the Second Phaseâ having failed to lure one in, they were inviting them in another way.
Pretend to be innocent, and if you still donât trust it, fine, weâll lay our cards on the table. Unless that person comes in, youâre not leaving today.
Exactly, this was Fu Qianâs interpretation of the current posture.
Without falling into the trick of dragging people in, he seemed to be plainly trapped as a hostage to force the Witch to enter.
Itâs remarkable; decisive and ruthless, although it was still a predictable reaction.
Pooling efforts resulted in intentions being easier to discern.
Moreover, the issue now was this blatant strategy truly needed addressing.
With a shift in posture, the advantage of time now apparently belonged to the kidnappers.
By locking him in, they merely waited quietly, as the victims were the anxious ones.
They even removed the Interlocutor whoâd been conversing, perhaps not wanting him to embarrass himself or accidentally reveal some crucial information in the future.
Given thatâ
Fu Qian flexed his wrist, casting his gaze toward the barely visible depths of the nightmare.
The mist churned like a tide, casting a surreal and dreamy vistaâ even the sound echoed strange.
And at that very moment, a peculiar sound effect began to resonate.
...
A cowâs call?
Heâd said earlier that it wouldnât be surprising for Sister Ox-head to appear from the mist, and here she was.
Indeed, although it appeared extraordinary, it wasnât easy to discern if the sound came through vision or ears as the swirling mist seemed to outline sound waves.
Nonetheless, Fu Qian detected a familiar quality from within, as if reliving yesterday.
He vaguely recalled the scene of swirling mist, where a figure held a bovine head aloft.
If he remembered correctly, that belonged to an element of His Excellency Alarakirâs Dream.
This must mean theyâve stopped pretending, as shown by the prisonersâ resolute resolve.
To leave this place, one must take on a one-versus-five at the minimumâ is that so?
The quivering mist and the sound all froze at once, as if frozen solid.
"Well done."
In its place, a gentle voice belonging to the Dark Moon Cult Leader rang out.
The center of this transformation, the suddenly appearing Witch, nodded slightly towards Fu Qian.
"Itâs nothing, the hosts are the ones who really had it tough,"
Fu Qian replied humbly, flexing his wrist again.
The bone chain tightly wrapped around it was already dug deep into his flesh.
Indeed, it was just a Summoning Skill launch.
Scouting is just scouting, and the agreement with the Witch has always been explicitly clear.
No matter how severe the situation, Fu Qian was determined not to negate the resolve she held.
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