Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1238: Hunting Observation

Fu Qian was quite certain that his sleeping posture just now was flawless and would not be recognized.

Therefore, for the person lurking in the dark, if the target were truly him, there would be no need to hide and wait; it would be much simpler to just come up and chop him down.

That sharp hunting posture clearly indicated the target was someone else.

This was a real hunt, and it seemed The Sect wanted him to witness this as a bystander.

Watching the drama unfold was something Fu Qian naturally didn’t mind.

After enjoying the night view for less than ten seconds, he put on his coat and walked into this deserted nightmare.

Downstairs was still well organized; he could even see the bills Mrs. Harper had arranged before bedtime.

It seemed that only living beings were excluded besides chosen targets like himself.

This was quite a fine tactic, minimizing collateral damage from the operation, especially in such a place.

In between praises, Fu Qian had already stepped out onto the street.

Without disguising his overly steady pace, he looked around indifferently.

No matter what The Sect’s specific plan was, it was time to highlight his character; he now seemed like a victim who couldn’t keep his thoughts straight, mistaking the fake for the real and the real for the fake.

Knowing it was fake, why still be afraid?

Deliberately displaying unease would only convince The Sect that his mind was not firm enough, beginning to doubt life under this harsh remedy.

But that is meaningless; what we want is an even harsher remedy.

…

Squeak!

Without disappointment, the next moment, far down the long street, an old wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and a figure emerged.

Although still at a distance, in the overly quiet night, the sound was undoubtedly quite piercing.

And under the dim starlight, it didn’t obstruct Fu Qian from seeing clearly.

It was a rather tall figure, wrapped tightly from head to toe, showing only two eyes.

Unlike the popular style seen during the day, he wore an admittedly somewhat extravagant hood on his head.

Although the style differed, the silver thread decorations sparkling under the starlight clearly shared a similar aura to the face armor Amila wore before.

Even including the body, one could see a faint metallic luster twinkling as he moved, as if the coat connected to the hood was essentially woven out of silver threads.

Fu Qian was very certain that this was the Hunter who had been lurking earlier.

And without a doubt, he played a different role within the Celestial Sphere Sect compared to Amila.

At the moment, he was like a machine, his cold killing aura unchanged, he continued walking towards the distance.

Although Fu Qian made no effort to hide his figure, the Hunter neither cared about being discovered nor whether Fu Qian was following him or not.

Professional!

Towards this attitude towards work, Fu Qian actually greatly admired it and kept a distance as he followed.

The other had business to attend to but still acted specifically in front of him.

It was an invitation hard to refuse; the scenes that followed were definitely not to be missed.

…

Bang!

It turned out that the Hunter’s efficiency was indeed too high.

Just as Fu Qian followed him around a street corner, the other had already stopped in front of a building similar to his own dwelling.

And without even a shout, the next moment he leaped up and upon reaching the second floor, there was a loud noise in his hand.

It was the short gun he had been carrying from the beginning.

Compared to those police officers, the design of the short gun was undoubtedly more refined and exaggerated.

And even more exaggeratedly, accompanying the gunshots was not a flare but a dazzling surge of Thunder.

Electric arcs pierced through the Darkness, exploding within the building the next moment.

Almost simultaneously, the Hunter dove forward, rushing in.

Silver vanished in an instant, even the sounds returning to silence.

…

It seemed there was no need to go over anymore.

Witnessing these consecutive changes, Fu Qian directly stopped in his tracks.

He didn’t continue to join the commotion, and even deliberately hid his figure a bit in the shadows.

The next moment, a door adjacent to the building opened, and a figure quietly walked out.

It was not the dazzling silver Hunter, but a young lady in a nightgown.

Surprisingly, she glanced next door as if startled by the recent noise, then hurried away from there, even remembering to fasten the ribbon on her robe as she ran.

However, even so, the lengthy hem was quite obstructive, seriously affecting her speed of escape.

The absolutely silent solitude, as she glanced around occasionally, clearly increased her anxiety.

Just as she almost bumped into Fu Qian hidden in the shadows, her panic reached its peak, triggering a suppressed scream.

“Who are you? What happened? Where has everyone gone?”

After reacting, she immediately covered her mouth, then carefully sized up Fu Qian, and seemingly sensing no threat from him, the lady in the nightgown breathed a sigh of relief, tossing out three questions in a row.

“Anke, I thought I heard gunshots earlier, but I have no idea where everyone has gone.”

Fu Qian, however, didn’t mind the somewhat rude questioning, sizing up this third party while succinctly answering.

Brown curly hair, a prominent nose bridge, lips like budding flowers, the allure could not be concealed even by her frightened expression.

“I’m sorry I’m in such a rush.”

The other party seemed to realize the inappropriateness at this moment, quickly apologizing.

“It really was somewhat terrifying, just like a Nightmare.”

“Should we leave this place quickly?”

She clearly hoped for some companionship.

“Since it’s a dream, what’s there to be scared of?”

Fu Qian appeared somewhat insensitive, standing still and even pointing out the logical flaw in her statement instantly.

“No matter how scary they appear, after all, they can’t harm you.”

…

His remarks obviously shocked her, leaving her momentarily speechless as she examined him again, but before she could respond again, unusual noises came from the silence.

The building that had been assaulted earlier now burst forth with blinding electric arcs, seemingly breaking through some barrier.

Following that, a figure leaped high into the air, landing on the street.

This time it was the Hunter again, but his appearance was significantly more ferocious than before.

His previously mysterious coat was now visibly stained with dark red blood, as if he had just struggled out of rotten flesh.

As soon as he landed, he immediately targeted the lady in the nightgown.

Without a word, he stepped forward with the stride of a terminator.

The odd-shaped firearm had been holstered, replaced by a sharp long knife.

As he walked, his entire left arm shimmered, intricate patterns emerged, forming complex diagrams completely different from Amila, then sweeping over the blade.

With this action, the blade emitted a peculiar silvery-gray flame, looking, at a glance, like rising metal.