Eldritch Horror Theatre

It seemed that even in the City of Bliss, justice would still be delayed.

Without batting an eye, he completely subverted the heavenly order. While leaving time for the audience to brainstorm, Fu Qian focused on another problem—

He had finally managed to return from the Inhuman Samsara, yet within half an hour, he had committed another felony.

No matter how one looked at it, he could only be described as hopeless. Even suffering another Blind Worm Experience would be considered a light punishment.

But even now, after donning the Human Skin Mask and committing the crime of desecrating a corpse, his punishment still hadn't arrived.

It truly seemed highly likely that his crimes wouldn't be tallied up until the moment of his death.

This was undoubtedly good news. It saved him a lot of operational effort and avoided further uncontrollable variables.

More importantly, it meant he wouldn't waste an excellent resource like the Brotherhood.

Though it sounded as if the special practitioners in the City of Bliss weren't working for money, but rather for the universal salvation of all living beings.

Thanks to Fu Qian's craftsmanship, that layer of facial skin adhered perfectly, showing no signs of slipping off.

And with this true appearance of showing neither joy nor anger on his face, Fu Qian undoubtedly demonstrated the genuine imposing aura of the Brotherhood—even if the process of getting there had been a bit abrupt.

One second he was a rebel facing those aggressively demanding accountability, and in the blink of an eye, he had taken the revitalization of the Brotherhood as his personal duty.

But his tangible "merits" were laid out right here. Combined with the pie-in-the-sky promises he painted for their future, it shouldn't be too hard for everyone to think things through clearly.

Even if the process was a bit painful—it was nothing short of a psychological violation.

"Are you trying to say... what we truly ought to repent for is our own stupidity?"

For example, as the first talent Fu Qian had approached, Tailing Sister finally made a difficult attempt to understand his meaning after a bout of internal struggle.

"No..."

Fu Qian still shook his head.

"It's for indulging your own stupidity. It's for forgetting the convictions you held when you first joined the Brotherhood."

...

To become so deeply involved with the Brotherhood immediately after breaking free from the Inhuman Samsara was actually quite a pleasant surprise for Fu Qian.

On one hand, he had some understanding of their ideology, meaning they had things to discuss and the conversation wouldn't run dry.

On the other hand, there was Ms. Caco's evaluation of them—they were the most incompetent bunch in the City of Bliss.

First, Fu Qian agreed with this assessment to a certain extent.

Second, it was precisely because of this that he felt a relatively stronger interest in interacting with them.

The reason was simple: "sucking on a whole new level" was also a kind of extraordinariness.

If there was anything that could serve as a reference for continuing to break through to a higher level, Fu Qian believed they counted as one.

The main issue was that, currently, the results of "seeking the Dao" in the City of Bliss were truly abysmal.

The competent ones hadn't achieved much either, so he might as well find a negative example to ruthlessly critique.

And since he was now in the phase of infiltrating their ranks, he would start with a pleasant team-building activity.

Besides, his methods might have been a bit extreme, but as mentioned before, with a pair of condescending eyes staring down at him, Fu Qian didn't think he had the luxury of taking things slowly.

Fighting fast with fast, high risk for high reward—this would continue to be his operational strategy moving forward.

"I'll take you there."

It seemed this spirit of adventure had finally managed to slightly infect the Conservative Faction of the Brotherhood.

With an egregious sinner taking the lead, they finally decided to accept this karma.

Brother Thick Eyebrows was once again the first to break the silence. Adopting the posture of the person in charge, he acknowledged the validity of Fu Qian's command.

As expected, they didn't hold too many lingering attachments.

The gang's organizational structure was merely a tool for seeking karma; a leader's pride was truly a worthless thing.

Whether it was real or fake, with a psychopath like him around, joining in on the chaos was truly a guaranteed profit.

Speaking of which, how was he empathizing so naturally with such a group of brain-dead patients?

Amid his deep introspection, Fu Qian didn't say a single word in response. He simply strolled straight out of the Church.

The members of the Brotherhood quickly followed after him.

Thanks to Fu Qian's lightning-fast methods, a unique reorganization was completed with astonishing efficiency—even benefiting others.

Although he didn't follow them, Old Man Priest gazed on in deep thought. It was as if, after this ordeal, he had gained further enlightenment.

...

"It's right up ahead."

Such a massive crowd was quite eye-catching on the streets of the City of Bliss.

Moreover, it was obvious that the Brotherhood truly possessed a formidable reputation here.

Facing Brother Thick Eyebrows' highly recognizable face at the forefront, the people on the roadside practically scrambled to get out of the way, as if they had encountered a rampaging manure cart while out for a stroll.

Of course, the most impactful sight in the entire group was still Fu Qian's double-layered face.

He had wiped it down a bit on the way over, so it no longer looked as ruddy as it had initially.

But even so, it seemed there were still people who could recognize an old acquaintance in it.

As they stared unblinkingly, one could completely feel the confusion in their hearts; it seemed they couldn't comprehend what kind of new breakthrough the Brotherhood's ideology had achieved.

Amid such watchful gazes, the group soon arrived at an area with slightly lower buildings. Brother Thick Eyebrows pointed at one of them and spoke.

"The residence of that deadbeat who refuses to pay?"

Following the direction he was pointing, Fu Qian studied the uniquely shaped door.

"No, the victim's workplace."

Hmm?

"After the other party refused to pay the fee, the victim locked him inside to prevent him from leaving and had someone notify us."

The answer was undoubtedly surprising. Before Fu Qian could express his confusion, Brother Thick Eyebrows continued to explain.

...

Not bad; one really had to fight for their own rights and interests.

Fu Qian highly appreciated this kind of adaptability.

As for why the freeloader was willing to be trapped instead of running away, it actually wasn't that hard to understand.

In essence, what everyone was doing was nothing more than performance art. Sharing joy was better than enjoying it alone. As long as it stayed within limits, the more provocative the maneuvers, the better it was for everyone.

Even if the Brotherhood arrived, it would only add another beneficiary to this karma—though it seemed there was more than just one piece of karma at play.

The group soon arrived at the door, but the sounds coming from inside were incredibly evocative.

Was the transaction still ongoing?

There was no need to verify; Fu Qian could easily reach that conclusion.

Faced with this situation, Brother Thick Eyebrows, who seemed equally shocked, didn't make a sound or offer any other reaction for a moment.

Knock, knock!

Fully understanding that the meaning behind the other party's silence was "please begin your performance," Fu Qian didn't hold back either. He briefly confirmed the rhythm inside the room, waited a short moment, and then knocked on the door.

"You're here... After finishing a transaction, that guy said my asking price was too high and he couldn't afford the fee."

Although her makeup was a bit heavy, she could still be considered beautiful and alluring.

Wearing nothing but a silk scarf, her long hair disheveled and her skin drenched in fragrant sweat, the one who opened the door greeted the crowd outside very naturally and gestured toward a spot not far behind her.

"Of course, now it's been three times."

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