Eldritch Horror Theatre

Daneta's connection to Jiang En was tighter than expected, really giving off a "grandpa in a ring" vibe.

He landed silently. In that brief time, the wound on Fu Qian's chest had already fully healed.

Daneta's technique for playing dead might be rather brilliant, but trying to fool a Demigod with it was simply asking too much.

The reason he hadn't immediately detained the man and subjected him to harsh interrogation using something like a Lucid Dream was because of his earlier suspicions.

By all appearances, Jiang En obviously had no idea that a group of people were going to such painstaking effort to help him "grow."

With so many Mid Tier heavyweights having the time to arrange such meticulous clandestine transactions, how could they not have set up real-time surveillance?

Now, he seemed to have found the answer. There was no need for them to be on the scene; Jiang En's every move was already under constant surveillance.

Approaching it from this angle, could his earlier exchange with Daneta have also been monitored by someone?

After all, he still had no way to confirm exactly how they were pulling it off.

It was better to spare him, letting him carry a message back to the big shots backing Jiang En: the somewhat mentally unstable Dayun Mingwang was temporarily retreating to nurse his injuries.

So even if Daneta hadn't played dead just now, Fu Qian would have brushed him off on the pretext that such a scoundrel wasn't worth dirtying his hands, walking away with flair.

As for now?

Fu Qian didn't hesitate in the slightest. Following the direction of the Thread of Attachment, he moved rapidly ahead.

It was time to witness exactly what kind of last-minute cramming Brother Jiang En was using that was capable of defying the heavens and altering destiny.

...

Living up to his equal renown, his destination was remarkably consistent with Brother Taylor's.

Looking at the neon-lit scene of revelry before him, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.

Rushing all the way here, he quickly realized that the location Brother Jiang En had chosen was, impressively, also a place of sensual pleasures and debauchery.

Of course, it wasn't the same venue where Brother Taylor was staking out.

After all, between this crouching dragon and fledgling phoenix, at least one of them had to understand the principle of changing locations after every strike.

And naturally, Brother Jiang En hadn't come here to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

When Fu Qian located his target under the deep night sky, Jiang En was half-supporting, half-carrying a slender woman into a taxi.

While he hadn't gone as far as wearing a mask, his face was clearly disguised, and he was even wearing a wig.

It seemed the corpse-picking case that had been troubling Chief Yuan finally had a conclusion. Brother Taylor was innocent after all!

Clicking his tongue in amusement, Fu Qian didn't rush. He sat down and rested for a brief moment.

Only after Jiang En's location had stabilized did he get up and follow.

...

Unsurprisingly, Brother Jiang En was staying at a hotel, and by now, the atmosphere inside his room was already intimate.

The drunk woman was completely unconscious. Jiang En was meticulously helping her out of her clothes, even casually massaging her pressure points to ease her circulation.

The woman's alcohol-induced discomfort visibly eased, and her sleeping posture grew far more comfortable.

Jiang En, however, looked to be the exact opposite.

Despite having his prey right in front of him, he seemed to be experiencing extreme agony.

As her clothing gradually came off, his originally gentle movements became visibly stiff.

But even so, he refused to speed up, trembling as he maintained his slow rhythm.

...

Although Brother Jiang En was far too absorbed and likely wouldn't have noticed him even with basic concealment, given his earlier discoveries, Fu Qian still activated his Blood Crusade once more. He simply sat nearby, closely observing the pair.

At this very moment, Brother Jiang En was clearly not doing well.

His eyes were so red they looked as if they might drip blood. His facial features could no longer be described as merely ferocious; "bestial" was far more accurate, as if something were awakening from deep within his body.

And around the area where he wore the Toothed Throat, fresh blood could already be seen seeping out.

Ultimately, as his target's clothing was entirely removed, Jiang En was panting like a bull.

The next moment, he leaned over, appearing to inhale the scent from her body, yet he maintained a slight distance, refusing to make direct contact.

Was he trying to challenge the concept that form is emptiness? Was this Jiang En's true purpose in picking up unconscious women?

Taking in the scene, Fu Qian offered a silent critique.

In truth, he had been pondering the motive behind these corpse-picking incidents right from the start.

From Fu Qian's perspective, Chief Yuan probably harbored similar doubts.

No matter how restricted a transcendent might be, they were still incomparable to ordinary people. If he were truly interested in the opposite sex, couldn't he just pay to resolve it?

In fact, unless he was grotesquely ugly, there would likely be droves of women willing to throw themselves at him for free.

The scene before him was proof enough that Jiang En wasn't acting out of sheer lust. Instead, he was deliberately subjecting himself to a "test."

But this raised another question: there were plenty of normal methods to seek temptation. Why resort to such extremely high-risk behavior?

Did he just prefer the alcohol-marinated flavor?

Feeling the violent, raging desires emanating from Jiang En, Fu Qian faintly arrived at an answer—Jiang En wasn't merely after lust.

The other significance of targeting heavily intoxicated women lay in being able to do whatever he wanted.

He needed a target who, cognitively, had absolutely no ability to resist—a role he could abuse and torment at will.

Not having to care in the slightest about the other party's reactions or feelings—this very fact could push the concept of temptation to its absolute cognitive peak.

As for why he didn't just pay someone to get thoroughly drunk on their own?

As a genius whose star had only fallen a few years ago, even if he had moved out, the Jiang Clan likely wouldn't permit him to mess around so recklessly.

So this was the ritual Jiang En was attempting to use to break through his bottleneck? Wasn't it a bit too simplistic?

...

Amidst his doubts, Fu Qian noticed a new change in the situation.

His features already twisted and deformed, Jiang En seemingly could no longer suppress his urges, and he tore off his clothes.

A startling scene subsequently unfolded.

A massive bulge had unexpectedly appeared right on his chest.

It absolutely wasn't some bodybuilding gone awry; the thing not only resembled a giant snake's head, but it was also slowly slithering around beneath his skin.

As it moved, undulating ripples could be seen traveling across other parts of his body.

For a moment, it truly looked as if a giant snake were writhing beneath Jiang En's skin, its movements growing increasingly violent.

Under such intense tearing, the old scars on the surface of his skin quickly flushed crimson, showing faint signs of bursting open once more.

Of course, as a Demigod, Fu Qian was quite aware that there was no bizarre creature lurking beneath the skin—all those eerie shapes were entirely the result of Jiang En's own muscles converging in a specific, unnatural pattern.

Truly fascinating!

This snake of muscle and sinew made one quite curious as to how it had been formed.

While marveling at the sight, Fu Qian watched as the "snake" inside Jiang En seemingly finally noticed the naked woman on the bed.

After a brief hesitation, the snake's head whipped around, stretching toward her resolutely.

Its posture was so resolute and its force so great that the skin on Jiang En's chest was stretched semi-transparent in the blink of an eye.

Finally, accompanied by a groan of pain, an old scar could no longer endure the strain and tore wide open.

This could no longer be described with concepts like form is emptiness; it was practically comparable to trying to sever the three corpses.

Witnessing this scene, Fu Qian nodded with an air of profound seriousness.

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