Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Swelled up?"

Fu Qian's explanation would undoubtedly leave anyone who heard it confused.

However, Eldest Miss Wen was pure in heart and sharp of mind. She astutely noticed that his pants did indeed look like they had been torn open from the inside.

The most crucial point was that they were definitely unwearable now.

"Shall I have someone send over a few sets of clothes?"

"Indeed."

Fu Qian gave a slight nod, not the least bit embarrassed.

What a joke. What was the going rate for a Demigod bodyguard? Just deduct it from his salary!

Of course, even though Wen Li's eyes brimmed with curiosity, Fu Qian offered no detailed explanation for why he had swelled up.

...

Wen Li's logistical support was truly top-tier. It took only the duration of a single meal for someone to deliver the clothes.

Though not custom-made, every set was exquisitely crafted down to the last detail—clearly quite valuable.

After putting on the Tyrant's New Clothes, Fu Qian didn't waste any time. He declared that Wen Li's foundation was now stable, and she could try wandering the world to make a name for herself in Shangjing.

Unfortunately, while she didn't voice any objections, Wen Li was clearly bewildered by the idea of venturing out. Fu Qian ultimately let out a sigh and stated that he would venture out on her behalf for the time being.

...

Out here, he wouldn't have to worry about destroying Eldest Miss Wen's mansion.

A moment later, Fu Qian halted his steps and looked up at the sky.

Blazing Rainbow?

The next moment, he silently recited a name in his heart and waited quietly for a few seconds.

There was no reaction whatsoever, on any level.

Had they all gone into hiding, as expected? Because of that endless night?

After pulling a reckless, provocative stunt to offend them, Fu Qian verified a certain suspicion of his and continued on his way, thoroughly satisfied.

As for whether that was a bit too rash?

He still needed to find someone to help investigate later; could he really avoid mentioning that name forever?

He was a reasonable man. If simply reciting a name would get someone struck dead by lightning, he wouldn't use it to screw over the intelligence operatives.

...

"Chief Yuan is busy, so she wants me to wait here for a moment?"

Looking at the exceptionally respectful Xiao Mingyue in front of him, Fu Qian puzzledly repeated the message she had just delivered.

"She even specifically arranged for you to watch over me here?"

"How could that be... The Chief has been very busy lately. She just said she would only be a moment..."

After her recent series of experiences, Classmate Xiao Ming had clearly matured.

Precisely because of this, Fu Qian's scrutiny put immense psychological pressure on her. She seemed to weigh every single word of her explanation.

"Are you sure? Since you became her secretary, has she ever allowed herself to be busy for more than three days in a row? Even once?"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not appreciate her caution at all.

What a joke. It was true that Shangjing had been filled to the brim with excitement recently, but the dust had long since settled on the major events. Given that woman's habitual slacking, it would normally be a miracle if she was even sitting in her office.

In fact, before coming here, Fu Qian had mentally prepared himself for Classmate Xiao Ming to just give him the name of some shopping mall.

"Well... she has... I think."

As expected, when faced with Fu Qian's questioning, Xiao Mingyue hemmed and hawed, answering with a severe lack of confidence.

"So she is actually here right now..."

Fortunately, Fu Qian didn't continue making things difficult for her. Instead, he analyzed the situation aloud to himself.

"And specifically arranging for me to wait elsewhere instead of outside her office... What kind of guest is she receiving that it wouldn't be convenient for me to see?"

Very quickly, Fu Qian arrived at a faint guess.

"Relax, I don't like causing trouble that much. I'll just wait right here—"

Before he could finish, Fu Qian suddenly paused and looked toward a certain direction outside the door.

"What's wrong?"

Classmate Xiao Ming, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, instantly grew nervous at this.

Unfortunately, she didn't get an answer. The next moment, this man—a top-tier dangerous figure in her eyes—vanished directly from his spot.

When he reappeared, he had already crossed through space via incomprehensible means, plunging one arm right through the solid wall as easily as piercing tofu.

As he retracted his hand, a gray silhouette was struggling within his grasp.

"Where did this come from?"

Though she didn't understand what was going on, Classmate Xiao Ming clearly realized that it was a mass of Transcendent creation, and her expression instantly changed in horror.

Aside from the person in front of her, who else would dare run wild in the Night Watchers Base!

And this doubt of hers was soon answered.

...

As the silhouette in Fu Qian's hand dissipated like sea foam, the door silently opened from the outside.

Looking up, a string of familiar faces came into view—Yuan Shan, Grantham, Serana, and the commercial prodigy he had successfully cooperated with many times, Brother Taylor.

"Care to explain?"

Meeting Fu Qian's gaze, Chief Yuan, who was supposedly giving her utmost with total devotion, let out a sigh.

These words, however, were not directed at him, but rather at the stiff-faced Serana standing to the side.

As the figure with the highest Rank among the three members of the Blood Clan, she actually looked to be in the worst state, giving off a rather soul-crushed and desolate vibe.

But regardless, using that thing to snoop just now—other than her, no one else here was capable of it.

The key question was, why?

A dignified Demigod doing this kind of thing inside the Night Watchers Base—what was the difference between this and openly defecating on the floor?

This was clearly what Chief Yuan was puzzled about as well.

"I'm sorry..."

Amidst the thoroughly confused onlookers, Serana finally spoke, and her first action was to apologize to Chief Yuan.

"I sensed an ancient aura... I couldn't help but wonder if it was related to the Progenitor, so I took a look..."

While she spoke, she practically kept her eyes glued to the hand Fu Qian had used to crush the silhouette.

So it really was like that... Did the Blood Clan grow their brains on their wings?

After being torn apart by his bare hands last time, had Demigod Serana's IQ plummeted to this level?

Fu Qian shot back a look reserved for absolute idiots.

He had already pretty much guessed that the guests Yuan Shan was receiving were the Gulade Clan.

With the dust settling on all fronts over the past two days, Yuan Shan probably wanted to give them a thorough and final accounting.

And given his own actions throughout the entire process, Yuan Shan was clearly unsure if some uncontrollable situation might arise if they bumped into each other.

To put it bluntly, she just didn't want him to scare them and cause unnecessary complications.

Unfortunately, even though he had been so cooperative, it seemed he had still managed to scare someone.

Earlier, when he realized something was snooping and reached out to grab it, its shape had already made him suspicious.

He just hadn't expected that it was actually Serana's doing.

As for the anomaly she had sensed?

The special injuries he had sustained within the Ancient Reminiscence hadn't even fully healed yet. There was inevitably still some lingering trace of 'ancientness' on him.

Logically speaking, Serana would normally have been able to figure this out. Unfortunately, ever since witnessing the Progenitor's true colors, she had been heavily traumatized and hadn't quite recovered yet.

"Don't worry about it."

Faced with Serana's apology, Yuan Shan could clearly sense her abnormal state. After a brief silence, she indicated that they would let the matter drop.

Her magnanimity also made Grantham breathe a sigh of relief. Gulade truly couldn't withstand any more turmoil.

"You guys go back first. Remember what I just said."

Yuan Shan had no intention of chatting with them any further. With a cold expression, she gestured for Classmate Xiao Ming to see the guests out.

Only when the four of them left with varying expressions did her cold facade melt away like ice and snow. Without a shred of elegance, she plopped down and looked at Fu Qian with a beaming smile.

"You've been very well-behaved lately!"

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