Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2631: Chapter 2626: Eight Wicked Women (Part 2)

Young man, is your dark side index a bit high today?

Gazing once more at the expression he was accustomed to, Fu Qian once again empathized with the feelings of the victims.

Under Miss Wen’s harmless face, what had just happened couldn’t have been clearer—

While pretending to listen intently, she simultaneously used her ability, rendering the prisoner speechless.

Finally concluding that considering their crimes, the wrongdoers had nothing to say under the scrutiny of justice.

Indeed, birds of a feather flock together.

Even if the persona before him was unrecognizable, Miss Wen had clearly learned some of the essence of navigating the worldly society.

Naturally, there was no beating the drum of injustice over such matters; instead, Fu Qian felt only comfort in his heart at that moment.

Everyone mingles in this realm, and being willing to lose is a basic quality; they wouldn’t be dissatisfied over such matters.

For Fu Qian, beyond the emotions, he focused more on the mental state Miss Wen exhibited through this.

The current situation undoubtedly seemed somewhat unfavorable, with a high level of passivity.

Not only becoming a captive at the outset but also facing the transcendent, making any hope of resistance seem slim for an ordinary person.

Wen Li’s recent actions seemed mischievous, but to Fu Qian, they reflected a certain resolute emotion, showing no inclination to elaborate with him.

This iron-blooded captor, coupled with that vague destination "Sanctuary," indeed cast uncertainty about the future.

"Since there’s nothing else to say, let’s get going."

At this moment, Wen Li was already prompting to embark on the journey, and without further ado, she set off ahead.

Ding—

At this time, the necessity of those exquisite handcuffs, though their function was to restrict movement, remarkably preserved her image.

And Wen Li seemed resolute, intending to pull them along until reaching the destination.

"Alright, how do we go?"

Feeling the determination, Fu Qian didn’t make futile struggles, put on his shoes, and walked alongside, his demeanor almost like he was on a stroll.

The room door was already open, revealing not the usual home layout outside but an atmosphere rich in commercial travel style.

In plain words, this was clearly a hotel.

And in the next moment of this cooperation, it seemed the lost vocal cords had returned.

"Don’t worry, the car is already waiting downstairs."

Wen Li’s response this time was once again very reminiscent, evoking memories of visiting Shangjing, seeking out a bodyguard’s help.

Moreover, this store’s business seemed even quieter than his own bookstore.

Walking alongside Wen Li, Fu Qian realized he didn’t see any patrons or staff; amidst the creaking of the stairs, it felt like arriving in Silent Hill.

This scene undoubtedly intensified the overall sense of unreality, though Wen Li seemed completely unfettered.

Passing through, they soon reached the entrance of this Ghost Realm-like building.

Even without fully opening the door, he could see half a wheel through the crack.

With an engine, yet he thought there would be a coachman sitting ahead—

His inner monologue abruptly stopped as Wen Li opened the door, revealing the person sitting in front of the vintage car to Fu Qian.

Chief Yuan? What are you doing here?

...

No coachman, but a driver.

The face turning from the driver’s seat was none other than Yuan Shan.

Even downgraded to driving, she maintained her good demeanor as always, smiling when she looked over.

Her attire was even more meticulous than Wen Li’s, dressed in a green suit with a hat to boot.

What kind of day is it today? Doesn’t anyone have other things to do? Are they all here on holiday?

Such a scene undeniably continued to weaken the sense of reality before his eyes.

Though while Fu Qian internally mocked, he was equally surprised by the excessive scent of makeup.

Familiar faces appearing wasn’t too surprising, considering his earlier speculation that this might be some mental space targeting him.

But if all the familiar faces are female, it compels one to ponder deeper reasons.

In his years in the worldly society, countless became fast friends at first sight.

Leaving aside the Interlocutor from the corridor, just in Shangjing, there was Nan Jiang’en and Beitai Le’er, whom he had long admired and only met through conflict...

If another woman appears next, it would be hard to dismiss it as mere coincidence.

Even the legendary primal suppression theory seems lacking in summing it up to Fu Qian.

"Is it him?"

Especially after Yuan Shan scrutinized him for a moment before turning to confirm with Wen Li.

So not just a pursuer, but does she barely know him either?

Without betraying any emotion, Fu Qian drew another conclusion, realizing the peculiarity index was seemingly unstoppable.

"You don’t know him?"

Reassuringly, even in such circumstances, Miss Wen maintained her insightful persona.

Without rushing to board, she scrutinized Yuan Shan’s face for a moment, actually expressing the same confusion.

"I know, even know this face, but have never met."

And Chief Yuan remained open-minded, nodding slightly and explaining without hesitation.

"I’m just surprised he would walk around with such a conspicuous appearance; is his true face really that unsightly?"

...

So, in Yuan Shan’s understanding, this face is fake?

It aligns with her persona too, considering most of the time spent with her, he was under the guise of a bookstore owner.

It even fits her Night Watchman image, supported by a comprehensive information system.

Finding rationale in the abstract world had always been Fu Qian’s hobby.

Therefore, even as the scene grew increasingly bizarre, he continued to reach conclusions.

"It’s not your fault; I’ve been surprised once too, though from a different angle."

Wen Li seemed sufficiently satisfied with this answer, finally climbing into the back seat first, partially agreeing with Yuan Shan’s sentiment while reserving some judgment.

Fu Qian did not resist meaninglessly, following her into the seat next to her, even closing the car door on the way.

"And what do you say?"

Yet Yuan Shan seemed to acquire the driver’s penchant for contemplation, delaying the ignition while gazing into the rearview mirror, seemingly certain Fu Qian knew she was watching him.

"Shouldn’t I hope for however you perceive it?"

Fu Qian did indeed grasp the situation, perhaps even more than implied.

"Think of this as my true face, ideally every word I say next as true—"

Lounging lazily there, showing no awareness of his captive status, Fu Qian casually offered a piece of golden advice.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his advice, he found himself unable to speak again.

No need to look back to know it was Miss Wen’s old trick; she seemed intent on preventing her target from chatting too much with the driver.

"That would be best."

And it’s hard to say whether she took it in, as Yuan Shan, with a slightly curt remark, smiled and finally started the car.