Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2662: Chapter 2657: 8 Wicked Women (33)

So how should it be described, sharing the same bed?

To be honest, Miss Wen, this is somewhat kitschy.

Forced collective pleasure, even shared among each other, even Lord Stomach would consider such methods sophisticated, wouldn’t he?

The most exaggerated part is not even that, as a model of a distinguished lady, Miss Wen not only turned this place into a hall of pleasure without blinking, but she didn’t even spare herself.

Even her part was reflected, proving that she didn’t keep herself out of it.

Another point can be explained by this; despite not being a laid-out trap, she casually echoed her conspiracy theory, never out of impulsiveness.

That somewhat immature posture was just a cover for this major move.

Can we only say everyone is so ruthless today? Much like Professor Lisa, who silently poisons herself along with others.

But with it comes a problem: Professor Lisa poisoned us implicitly to keep everyone here.

Then what is Miss Wen’s purpose for doing this?

A similar question, strictly speaking, was already asked by Chief Yuan earlier, except that with their swift trade, she furrowed her brow and didn’t rush to speak again.

Whoosh—

Miss Wen finally spoke.

But she didn’t say anything, she turned back and gently took a deep breath, blowing at the candle flame in her arms.

...

Alright, each of them is going all out today, aren’t they?

The issue is Professor Fu is physically weak today, there’s not much of a punch, right?

The candle flame is connected to Professor Fu’s heart; once extinguished, it may not result in death, but will certainly leave him bleeding heavily.

Everyone in the Sanctuary clearly knows this point, hence they’re frightened by Wen Li’s action.

No matter the identity, whether always caring for the captives as the hunter or acting as claws arranged by Professor Fu, it seems there’s no reason for such a ruthless act?

Not to mention that a fire was just saved earlier; if not for stopping the candle, it would have been snuffed by Yuan Shan... so not killing was just for preserving to kill yourself?

Is it truly meant as a dark humor or just bluffing?

At that moment, Fu Qian easily interpreted everyone’s psychological activities, while marveling at the brilliance within this small venue.

And the reason he could interpret this so finely is simple—

In the midst of pleasure, all activities of the will are nourishment, and all emotional fluctuations are flames.

Now, the flames are flowing between everyone, to the extent that beyond the pleasure of Wen Li’s palm being pierced, more can already be sensed.

And with these waves as support, the analysis is undoubtedly much easier.

Uh—

Of course, one thing was still missed out, the largest wave has already appeared.

Only can we say no wonder Miss Wen was a disciple under Professor Fu’s earnest guidance, even mastered ’the candle must be blown out.’

In the anxious gaze of everyone, that breath mercilessly extinguished a thread of heart fire completely.

Professor Fu’s previous conjecture also welcomed the chance for validation.

It proved true that he didn’t die, although clearly not far from it.

At that moment, a mouthful of blood directly blocked Fu Qian’s throat, without even the strength to spray it out.

Inside his head felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer; nerve fibers swayed like willows in the wind, creating the joy of spring.

It’s described quite abstractly, but Fu Qian still took the effort because it’s not just his personal sensation.

Even though his vision was somewhat blurred, at that moment he could still tell that others were also accompanying him in this outing.

This pleasure born from the withering of life was deeply impacting all rationality within the Sanctuary.

...

So that’s why, was it for this?

Even though that suffocating delight is so addictive, it didn’t prevent Fu Qian from defying humanity, forcibly pulling back his almost ascending nerve fibers, arriving at the answer to a previous question.

Wen Li held back Yuan Shan, then personally took action, not out of an obsession to have the death at her hands, but to ensure Professor Fu’s sacrifice carried more value.

For instance, using the front-to-back contrast to cause maximum impact on the audience, thereby optimally ”breaking the ice.”

At this moment within the Sanctuary, the total amount of pleasure had undoubtedly been maximized.

What’s the use of such maximization?

”Your time is running short, why not have a good chat with them?”

Despite having struck ruthlessly, Wen Li didn’t continue, but at that moment leaned closer to Fu Qian’s ear, softly reminding.

”Things are somewhat peculiar, looks like I no longer have the ability to take you out of here, can only try to create a better communication environment.”

...

So that’s why, indeed somewhat peculiar.

It’s apparent that even as an expert in this field, Wen Li was still struggling with the situation at hand.

And her explanation, upon reflection, inspires myriad thoughts.

Regarding her identity, and her intentions...

Realizing the situation was beyond solution, leaving the prisoner to find a way.

And to ensure communication is most effective, even using the prisoner’s lifespan in exchange for beneficial communication enhancement.

A bit disrespectful to personal intent, the benefit is somewhat kitschy, yet the initial intention seemingly can be seen as goodwill.

The only problem is, the needs of the prisoner and the hunter seem different? Assuming Professor Fu wants to leave, why?

”Them... a few?”

Though at the next moment Fu Qian still forcibly cleared his throat, truly responding to the call with difficulty, though the first question seemed odd.

”...Six of them.”

Even Wen Li seemed a bit puzzled, but she went through the people to confirm with Fu Qian.

”Very good.”

Fu Qian looked quite satisfied with this result, as his muddy eyes skimmed over the six remaining women.

”Don’t know if you believe, I’m truly having the time of my life right now.”

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”I believe.”

First to respond was Yuan Shan, the car owner who stood unfazed since being stopped earlier.

And her statement was evidently quite representative, broadly recognized when viewed at a glance.

”Then do you believe I’m actually willing to go to the true Sanctuary?”

Still satisfied with such reaction, Fu Qian proceeded to ask the second question, even candid about his task objective.

”I believe.”

This time the response was a bit more intriguing.

What appeared to be believing was Miss Liushuang, the reply was timely too.

Yet carrying Sword Heart Enlightenment within her, the wave of delight generated at that moment felt less pure compared to Chief Yuan.

Interesting... so she actually doesn’t believe?

Wen Li’s approach seems to begin showing effect, Fu Qian received insights challenging to obtain by ordinary questioning.

Nevertheless, the efficiency should still be higher, as time truly remains scant.

”So do you believe in the former me or the present me?”

Contemplating, Fu Qian blinked, attempting to pose the third question.