Eldritch Horror Theatre

It was even livelier than expected, entirely worthy of the name of a Grade 1 Item.

For a brief moment, Fu Qian's gaze met the observer on the street corner.

The observer was a burly figure standing over two meters tall. He wore a long gray trench coat, and his glossy black hair covered one eye.

He was alive, and definitely a Demigod Realm entity, but his condition seemed a bit peculiar.

A moment later, Fu Qian frowned slightly.

The aura the man gave off was truly abnormal. He was far too calm—a calm that completely ignored everything around him.

It felt as if someone else was watching from behind those eyes.

Of course, there was already more than one person watching him.

Fu Qian turned his head.

At the other end of the road, another figure had appeared.

She was a woman of average height with slender eyebrows. Beneath her loose, heavy robes was a somewhat incongruous baby face.

Without a doubt, she was also a Demigod Realm entity.

Size meant nothing; she actually gave off an even more troublesome vibe.

As someone who was never blindly optimistic, Fu Qian didn't believe for a second that this was some romantic reunion between long-lost lovers.

One in front, one behind, perfectly silent—they were clearly coming for him.

He had become the prey.

Fu Qian let out a sigh.

He had to admit, this was a little troublesome.

Although he had a wealth of experience killing Demigod Realm entities, as someone who valued peace—and in such a quiet, serene place at that—throwing hands right away felt a bit inappropriate.

"I called the police."

After sizing up his surroundings, Fu Qian suddenly spoke to the woman, who looked significantly more like a living person.

"Huh?"

She didn't utter a word, but her footsteps halted.

"Falling objects."

Fu Qian pointed solemnly behind him.

"I don't know what the property management here is doing, but I demand an explanation today."

"Oh?"

Realizing what Fu Qian was talking about, the baby-faced woman furrowed her brows, then actually looked up to check.

"Perhaps they didn't follow the regulations for regular safety inspections."

Surprisingly, she also started spouting deadpan nonsense.

"I'll go talk to them. Come with me for now."

She didn't even care about his origins? She clearly had no intention of backing down.

Although it looked like she was playing along with his crazy talk, Fu Qian knew very well that this attitude proved she didn't care about his name or identity at all. She was just here to beat him to death.

Given this slightly bizarre attitude... why did it feel like his status as a human had been revoked?

At this moment, he didn't even need to look to know that the trench-coated Demigod Realm entity was advancing with firm steps.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Fu Qian was in no rush to make a move. Instead, he focused his attention elsewhere.

On the surface of the baby-faced female Demigod Realm entity's black-and-red robe, there were several extremely fine, meandering traces.

They were a bright orange-yellow, glowing slightly compared to the rest of the fabric, which made the robe look even more magnificent at a glance.

The only issue was that those traces extended all the way to the back of her hand, quietly crossing dimensions.

[Containment Fulfillment Conditions: Extinguish the Flame]

Just as Fu Qian noticed this, the mission prompt appeared, its content incredibly concise.

Extinguish the Flame?

Could this thing actually be some form of fire?

Fu Qian kept a straight face, but his mind recalled the scene he had witnessed in the Warehouse when the mission began—that mass of warm orange-yellow.

The Item was even named Hotbed, which naturally brought fire to mind.

Information flashed rapidly through his mind. By now, the distance between him and the two Demigod Realm entities had closed to less than twenty meters.

Given the situation, Fu Qian's expression turned serious, as if he had finally figured something out.

"An outsider?"

His voice brimmed with vigilance.

The baby-faced woman's firm footsteps halted instantly, and her poised attack was suppressed.

It really worked!

Fu Qian marveled inwardly, though his face revealed nothing.

He had shouted this out of nowhere because he recalled the final line of the mission briefing—when acting here, it was best to avoid looking out of place.

At first glance, it sounded a bit baffling, but there was no harm in testing the waters when it cost him nothing.

These two Demigod Realm entities in front of him might look normal on the outside, but just as he had thought earlier, their attitude toward him was genuinely bizarre.

They had no desire to communicate, acting as indifferent as greedy adventurers storming a dungeon.

Of course, it was entirely possible that the truth was the exact opposite. He was the actual outsider, and now that he had been discovered, the cleanup crew had been dispatched.

Regardless of the situation, calling that out carried no risks and only benefits.

"Your disguise isn't bad, but what a pity—"

Before she could respond, Fu Qian snorted coldly, deploying his ultimate technique of only speaking half a sentence.

"How did you figure it out?"

The baby-faced woman's expression darkened completely. She stared at Fu Qian and demanded coldly.

"How did I figure it out? Hahaha..."

Fu Qian acted as though he had just heard a hilarious joke.

"Unfortunately, I didn't—"

As he spoke, his body sidestepped with incredible speed, dodging a pair of massive fists that swung down at his head from behind.

Missing by a hair's breadth, the fists smashed into the stone street with a muffled boom, cratering the pavement.

The crater itself was only the size of a human head, but the web-like cracks spreading outward were startling. Taking a hit from that wouldn't have been a comfortable experience.

What a pity. A trick like a wolf feigning sleep was kindergarten-level to him.

"You didn't figure it out?"

Although it was just a simple dodge, the baby-faced woman clearly recognized how difficult Fu Qian would be to deal with. She immediately gestured for her burly teammate to hold back.

So they really aren't Natives?

"Don't be so nervous. First of all, I didn't need to figure it out. Second, killing me is pointless anyway."

Fu Qian's laughter was as obnoxious as it could get.

"In fact, everyone in this city has been eagerly awaiting your arrival."

"You knew we were coming? I have to admit, you really gave me a surprise."

The baby-faced woman's expression was as dark as deep water.

"But you are wrong about one thing. Killing you still has its uses..."

Are these people really here to farm materials in the wild?

Having verified his guess again, Fu Qian fell deep into thought for a moment.

Despite dropping their ruthless threat, the two didn't immediately follow up with any action.

Clop! Clop!

In this quiet atmosphere, the sound of horse hooves actually rang out.

It wasn't that the sleeping horses had woken up to resume their shift. The sound came from behind the baby-faced woman.

Through the light mist, a carriage resembling his own approached at a leisurely pace, only stopping when it reached them.

So it really is a hunt?

Looking at the thick-bearded, gray-haired old man with bright red eyes sitting in the driver's seat, Fu Qian let out a long sigh.

He was even a Divine Emissary.

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