Eldritch Horror Theatre

'Things can't keep going on like this!'

In the living room, Fu Qian slurped his noodles, deep in thought.

Thanks to his earlier deterrence, the calling voices in his mind had faded once more.

But he fully expected these pilgrim-like voices to start ringing in his head again soon enough.

These people were probably just having a random subconscious thought and forgetting it a second later, but on his end, the noise would drag on for a while.

With everyone taking turns, the constant racket was incredibly annoying.

Although he could just dish out another mental deterrence later, who knew if such mental shocks had side effects when used too often?

What if he accidentally turned Young Master Qin and the others into idiots?

Moreover, as his inspiration continued to increase, he could easily foresee these voices becoming even clearer.

In just under a month, his life had turned completely upside down.

Especially after advancing to the Demigod Realm. Just as he had guessed, he had become a unique existence, exerting an incredible influence on the world.

Take these subconscious calls, for example. In a way, it meant any thought directed at him would be perceived—a trick straight out of the myths about Deities.

Anyone else might have reveled in the sensation.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian only found them noisy. To him, this was true mental pollution.

Was there a permanent solution?

Fu Qian stared blankly at the bottom of his empty bowl before suddenly remembering something.

He flicked his wrist, activating the Imprint, and fetched the Sweet Dream Head Cage from the Warehouse.

Sizing up the iron-black cage against his head, Fu Qian didn't hesitate and slipped it on.

Instantly, his mind was enveloped in unprecedented tranquility. All the noise vanished.

Sure enough. One of its effects was blocking all gazes—dealing with these faint, muttered thoughts was a breeze.

Fu Qian walked into the bathroom and inspected his striking new look in the mirror.

If he wore this to an anime convention, it would definitely turn some heads.

Assuming the cops didn't haul him away first.

But a few minutes later, Fu Qian reached up and took the cage off.

He didn't care much about his image, and he wouldn't feel any psychological burden wearing it out on the street.

The effect was great, but he couldn't wear it forever!

Still, verifying that it worked was a gain in itself.

What if he tackled the problem at the source?

Setting the cage on the table, Fu Qian swept his senses over the multitude of voices before locking onto one.

As he focused his mind on that orb of light, Xu Meng's figure abruptly appeared before his eyes.

Draped in a bathrobe, the man was sitting up in bed, smoking as he thought, his gaze still and sharp.

'Just as I thought.'

Fu Qian nodded with a sympathetic look.

'He's getting old. He can't even sleep in anymore.'

But having navigated the jianghu for years, getting up early to mentally tally up his enemies was probably one of life's little pleasures for him.

Fu Qian completely understood why the boss couldn't swallow his anger, and he wasn't bothered by it at all.

Leaving aside the fact that the man had actually hit the nail on the head and found the real culprit.

Only a child would believe you could just laugh away old grudges.

Because of that, Fu Qian felt no psychological burden in using the man as a test subject.

Listening to the man's clearly hostile thoughts, Fu Qian responded in his mind for the very first time.

Almost instantly, Fu Qian felt a unique connection form between them.

The sight before him was no longer just an image. He found himself observing Xu Meng from a distinctly different perspective.

It felt as though he was looking down from on high.

The man's emotions, his physical state—not a single subtle change could escape his eyes.

In this situation, a specific word naturally popped into Fu Qian's head—'gaze'.

'Is this how those mysterious entities view me when they gaze at me?'

'I really am dancing on a knife's edge then!'

Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

He vaguely came to a realization. Under this connection, if he wanted to, he could easily imprint his own thoughts directly into Xu Meng's brain, planting a powerful psychological suggestion.

Of course, such behavior was highly immoral and completely disrespectful.

"Scram."

Fu Qian casually roared the word through his mind.

'That's right. I'm just being disrespectful to him.'

'We're all out here trying to survive; a flexible moral baseline is practically a mandatory talent.'

'Besides, if you think about it carefully, this is absolutely for his own good.'

Just as he was mulling it over, the man on the other end showed a clear reaction.

Following the roar, Xu Meng gave a violent shudder, instantly leaving the woman rubbing against him with a disappointed look.

Not only that, but the man's imposing, ruthless aura instantly shattered. He subconsciously curled into a ball, his face filled with terror as he looked around the room.

The next moment, the image faded away. The invisible link snapped, and Xu Meng's voice stopped ringing in his head.

This deterrence after establishing a connection seemed very useful. Xu Meng wouldn't be thinking about him again anytime soon.

Fu Qian gave a silent nod.

However, Fu Qian couldn't bring himself to use this trick on Young Master Qin and the others.

He would just have to slowly figure out a way. Fortunately, his social circle was small.

Just as he was thinking this, another voice tactlessly popped into his head.

As he focused his attention, the image of a bright vanity mirror surfaced in his vision, with Tan Ying sitting in front of it.

'What's this?'

Fu Qian frowned again.

'If I remember correctly, today should be Saturday. For a college student, aren't you up a bit too early?'

'Wait a minute. Something really is off.'

Fu Qian studied Tan Ying in the vision. 'Isn't she a little too excited?'

Compared to the last time they met, Tan Ying was exuding an abnormal level of vitality.

Thinking it over, Fu Qian responded to her call with his mind.

The next moment, Fu Qian slipped back into that seemingly higher-dimensional perspective, and more details unfolded before him.

Almost immediately, he confirmed his earlier feeling.

Compared to Xu Meng, the brightness representing her level of life activity was undoubtedly much higher.

Most eye-catching of all was her left wrist. A Bracelet that should have been a lifeless object was currently blooming with a bright light, even showing a trace of indescribable spirituality.

'Hmm?'

The first thing that came to Fu Qian's mind was the stone lion on the bridge.

The two shared some similarities. The only difference was that the intensity here was much higher.

'Is this because of me?'

That was Fu Qian's first reaction.

After all, the incident with the stone lion was basically confirmed to be caused by the Commandment Residue left behind from unleashing his Mythical Form.

'Could I have inadvertently exerted some kind of influence on her the last time we met?'

'Since advancing to the Demigod Realm, has it become easier for me to influence my surroundings?'

Setting aside the noise problem for the moment, Fu Qian gathered his thoughts for a while. Then he snapped his fingers and transmitted a thought over to Tan Ying.

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