Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2160: Chapter 2155: Confinement (29)

It really was as Ed said, an obsession with painting.

The party concerned doesn’t introduce themselves, but that doesn’t mean Fu Qian can’t take a look on his own.

Though this room in front of him probably wasn’t originally a cell, it still looks quite rudimentary at a glance.

Just a wooden table and chair each, along with miscellaneous boxes and cabinets piled in the corner.

And on the not-so-large table, various paints, brushes, and even numerous works are spread out.

Looking at the easel facing the chair, one can almost imagine Rachel creating them—though they seem somewhat abstract, no wonder her husband Ed feels a bit out of step with her train of thought.

Fu Qian came to the table unceremoniously and truly appreciated those works.

For an adult of this age, does the style seem a bit dark?

It’s not about gruesome and twisted images, but the overall style is undeniably quite oppressive.

Even the blooming flowers among them seem painted with rich and heavy colors, almost as if blood has been applied.

Is this what’s called adolescent immaturity? But two teenagers like me find it just right?

Recalling the initial aesthetic commentary on the two missing persons, Fu Qian couldn’t help but marvel at the mysteries of the human mind, even recalling Brother Tantou’s remarks.

Moreover, who knows how things are now, but Rachel seemed to have had some anchor points in the Inner World.

Indeed, though not a professional, Fu Qian, accustomed to abnormal scenes, could easily sense the Inner World style from the works.

If Rachel wasn’t influenced by some subconscious, but purely painted with her talent and imagination, then it can only be said she has already surpassed Yiven.

The latter was only trying to cross dimensional barriers through physical flesh cultivation, while she achieved it merely with her imagination.

”Ed doesn’t like these.”

Sure enough, most people find it unbearable when their cherished items are being observed.

Though previous exchanges weren’t exactly smooth, Rachel, who was already packing up, couldn’t hold back and introduced the creative background a little to Fu Qian.

”So what you took back is relatively milder?”

Fu Qian casually revealed that he had previously discussed Ed’s wife’s creative desires.

”Yes... these would be more taxing for him to see.”

A married woman talking to a stranger about not being understood by her husband, Rachel clearly also realized the oddity of this tone, and she turned her head with a light sigh, her voice somewhat unnatural.

”The work is good, but after seeing it, one feels the risk of sitting in your car seems higher.”

However, Fu Qian, with no intention of shying away, continued to express his admiration for the works.

”...Too dark?”

Seemingly deciding not to continue the topic, Rachel couldn’t help but be triggered into questioning.

”No, I’m worried your mental age isn’t mature enough to drive.”

Expertly borrowing Brother Tantou’s philosophy, Fu Qian had already turned around and walked ahead, leaving the complex-minded Rachel standing there.

...

”So, where are you taking me on the way?”

It’s hard to say whether Fu Qian’s comment was derogatory or complimentary, and finally, until getting in the car, Rachel spoke again.

”Hospital.”

After sitting down in the back, Fu Qian straightforwardly stated the destination.

”Huh? You think the missing people went there?”

Rachel looked somewhat surprised, but her mind worked swiftly.

Surely, she didn’t even ask which hospital.

”Possibly, but I’m mainly going to find Tia.”

Fu Qian sighed inwardly and continued to be honest.

Without even asking who Tia was, Rachel silently started the car, clearly seeming to have some understanding.

This circle here seems indeed quite small.

But coming to this... specifically finding a married woman as a driver, ultimately to find another young woman, it must be said the awkwardness level is quite high.

”We’re here.”

In this awkwardness, Rachel, with fairly stable driving skills, quickly drove Fu Qian to the destination.

Fu Qian didn’t even need to look; he could tell by the location that it was the place he was looking towards earlier.

Let alone during the drive, they even passed by not far from the building that serves as the underground passage exit.

The previous review of the Dead Realm was indeed not exaggerated, the journey was so quiet not even a mouse could be seen.

”Thanks, you can find a place to park the car.”

Upon arrival, Fu Qian remained polite and casually made a new suggestion.

...

So it’s not just being a driver?

”Why?”

At that moment, Rachel’s glance clearly demonstrated what it means to doubt life.

”Because you’ll still need to give me a ride back to drive later.”

With a calm tone, Fu Qian stated it as a matter of course.

”...Shouldn’t take too long?”

If it’s merely escorting him to the hospital here, it’s actually not too bad.

But the style of the other party all along obviously makes Rachel a bit worried that there will be other things later, step by step requiring more involvement.

Realizing this new officer is fundamentally different from Huck in style, she also didn’t hide her hesitation.

”Shouldn’t take too long.”

Fu Qian’s expression remained unchanged.

This person seems to have some subconscious resistance to going home.

At the same time, there is a bit of curiosity in the heart.

The current situation, at first glance, perhaps has a bit of an adult drama inclination.

A wife deceives her husband and is discovered by Fu Qian, then coerces her into helping with errands.

But that’s only at first glance, truth be told with Ed’s previous actions, in Fu Qian’s estimation, even if Rachel were sneaking out for an affair, his choice would most likely be to forgive her.

As the opponent in the marriage, Rachel surely has a concept of this.

So in Fu Qian’s judgment, Rachel rejecting the suggestion outright and driving away is completely possible.

Yet the response is this half-hearted compliance.

It feels somewhat weak, could there be a special reason?

...

”I really don’t know where to find Tia.”

While pondering, Rachel had already parked the car and indicated Fu Qian could get out.

”No worries, I don’t know either.”

Decisively accepting the suggestion, the hospital interior was now before them.

And surrounded by rather imposing architecture, Fu Qian looked at the courtyard that seemed slightly better than the road coming here but still quiet, very satisfied with the decision to have the lady driver bring him over.

Of course, there’s no real interest in this lady, just to avoid a repeat of the situation at the Art Prison.

Indeed, being able to unknowingly enter the Inner World before, a place the Old Hunter likely visited, why wouldn’t a similar situation occur?

And knowing besides Brother Tantou, the others in the Art Prison, the ones corresponding to the Inner World are likely dead, meaning they lost their entry anchors—including Rachel.

Having such a person as a driver, unless the car crashes into a wall suddenly, discovering the driver’s seat is empty, otherwise, it proves you’re still in the Surface World.