Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 435: Chapter 435 Servant’s Needle (28)_1

“Why are you leaving in such a hurry?”

Kelly’s scream was quickly followed by You Er’s voice coming from behind Brooke.

The headless corpse was pushed to the side and fell silently to the ground, revealing a smug You Er.

“You still understand too little about this nightmare,” he said.

“The way out you left for yourself is far less reliable than you thought.”

“Isn’t this my mental space?”

The killer loomed like a shadow, yet I was firmly tied to the chair.

Even in such dire straits, Fu Qian seemed only slightly puzzled and showed no signs of panic.

“Yes,”

You Er chuckled coldly, confirming Fu Qian’s guess.

“This is indeed your spirit world, but what made you think I wouldn’t be able to enter?”

“Spirit world, what does that mean…”

Kelly, having finally calmed down a bit, looked at Fu Qian in shock upon hearing this.

“Literally,”

Fu Qian couldn’t be bothered to explain further.

“Can you untie me now?”

…

Glancing at Brooke’s corpse on the ground and then at You Er with his knife, Kelly’s expression was one of conflicted emotions.

However, before she could make up her mind, You Er simply snapped his fingers.

The next moment, his figure vanished without a trace.

In the oppressive interrogation room, only You Er and Fu Qian remained.

“Many times, a bit of cleverness is not enough to be considered profound.”

After expelling Kelly, You Er slowly approached, his eyes crinkled with a smile as he looked at Fu Qian.

“Especially in places unfamiliar to you.”

“I think I understand now.”

“Any world I’ve experienced is actually real, right?”

Fu Qian’s fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.

“I was slightly misled before, always trying to distinguish which world was real and which one was an illusion.”

“Now it seems that the force behind this nightmare is indeed of an absurdly high order, to the extent that it has materialized every form of world.”

“The seemingly real world, the day of the accident, the strange and desolate unpopulated world, even the one formed by my own thoughts, my spirit realm.”

“Like a multi-faceted entity, under their gaze, they all exist in parallel.”

“This must also be why I can bring a gun out from here because any world can influence another.”

“Truly a challenge to one’s imagination. Worthy of being called a nightmare!”

“You caught on faster than I expected, I thought you’d need to die a few times before realizing this,”

You Er was generous with his praise, even clapping his hands in a smacking sound.

“You’re right; they are chaotic, each one warping and affecting the others. My ability isn’t that special; I can simply traverse between them at will.”

“I believe by now, you have a clearer understanding of our recent conversation?”

“I said I’d let death ravage your will until you completely fall apart, and I would enjoy the process.”

“Now, set off on your journey with this fear and unwillingness.”

“And I am very much looking forward to seeing how you respond the next time we meet.”

As he spoke, he moved forward and casually extended the curved knife in his hand, the cold light shimmering.

The curved knife pressed against Fu Qian’s neck and sliced open his throat inch by inch.

It was clear he was indeed enjoying the process.

However, in the next moment, You Er’s slow and decisive motion hesitated.

Because to his surprise, he found that beneath the torn skin, not a drop of blood was flowing out.

“Ah!”

A strong sense of foreboding rose in his heart, yet Fu Qian’s voice rang out in front of him.

“What’s going on?”

Looking up, the lamb to the slaughter sitting on the chair had a smile suddenly appear on his face.

Like a seed taking root, fear crept into You Er’s heart for the first time.

He was an extremely cautious man, and faced with this abnormal situation, You Er’s first instinct was to leave, until everything was back under control.

However, at the next moment, he realized he was no longer able to traverse freely.

On the back of his neck, he didn’t know when, a hard, sharp claw had latched on.

Although it only slightly pierced the skin, the claw brought with it an incomprehensible pressuring force.

“Fu Qian, thirty-three years old.”

At this moment, Fu Qian’s expression was calm as he spoke a strange line.

The next moment, there was a constant crackling sound, and he stood up straight.

The metal buckles that appeared extremely solid crumbled like paper in front of him.

“You…”

You Er’s gaze towards Fu Qian was filled with disbelief to the extreme.

Because at this moment, he finally realized that the hand gripping the back of his neck was Fu Qian’s, extending from under his clothes.

However, that hand had long lost its human shape.

Not only had it eerily extended almost twice its normal length, the surface of the arm was even covered with a layer of yellow and black armor, with curved spikes protruding from the gaps, giving it a ferocious appearance.

“Lives in Lincheng Ancient North, single, freelance, never works overtime, never smokes, never drinks alone, never defines never…”

At this time, Fu Qian wasn’t even looking at him, just blandly staring ahead, reciting his altered lines.

“Doesn’t insist on a set sleep time, doesn’t insist on sleep duration, doesn’t insist on doing certain things before bed, doesn’t insist on being asleep.”

He looked down at his arm.

“Acts on impulse, wanton and unrestrained, all in the pursuit of that glimmer belonging to intelligent life.”

“Even if I encounter something incomprehensible, it won’t make me deny myself.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

Fu Qian’s seemingly calm words, however, seemed to exert a huge pressure on You Er.

“What I want to say? It might be that weakness and ignorance aren’t obstacles to survival, but arrogance is.”

Fu Qian shook his head emotionlessly.

“There’s something I must return to you, you know far too little about this nightmare.”

“Impossible!”

“Presence of Transcendent powers isn’t allowed here, you couldn’t possibly still have such abilities!”

You Er’s words were almost a howl.

“The first statement is correct, but the second is still too presumptuous, Duke brother, don’t jump to conclusions.”

Fu Qian shook his head, and just in that moment, wicked patterns had begun to appear on his face.

While speaking, rows of spikes emerged from his shoulders and chest, tearing his upper clothes to shreds.

Through the torn fabric, You Er saw with horror that Fu Qian’s chest appeared semi-transparent, with only a thin layer of flesh remaining.

The most terrifying part was the undulating movement beneath it, as if something was squirming inside, as though it had even emptied the internal organs.

“The bug from the museum—”

You Er suddenly realized something.

“You swallowed it?”

“Yeah!”

Fu Qian stroked his chest.

“This thing really isn’t easy to digest.”

“Impossible! I know you sneaked one away, but I’ve been watching you, nothing escapes my eyes, when did you—swallow the gun!”

You Er thought of something, staring disbelievingly at Fu Qian.

“Your performance was actually to cover up the act of swallowing the bug, you never planned to kill yourself!”

“You knew from the start that I could see everything happening here?”