Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1345: Chapter 1343: Fallen Guest Empire (Part 2)

For what might be the last extra action opportunity, Fu Qian had long envisioned various possibilities.

The current situation, however, seemed undoubtedly one of the least ideal.

Unknown identity, unknown location, unknown target.

Most critically, it was in a state where negative conditions could not be resolved.

Fu Qian was not concerned about the impact on combat strength, but there was a very important issue here—since entering the mission, the warehouse couldn’t resolve or pause this condition, so could it recover the time lapse once the mission was completed?

If this extra turn ends and he finds that it’s his legitimate countdown being consumed, that would be quite a problem.

It was necessary to quickly assess the necessity through the upcoming visitors.

Maintaining a standing posture, Fu Qian turned his head to look deeper down the corridor.

…

Soon, amidst a slightly heavy opening of the door, three footsteps approached together.

The speed was fast, but it was still hard to avoid stirring up the prisoners’ clamor.

Within it was a pathological excitement, quite indicative of the inmates’ mental state.

Though not everyone, Fu Qian’s emotions certainly did not stir in the slightest.

In typical stories, this was a symbol of a character’s increased danger, often welcoming more visitors.

In fact, the owners of the three footsteps had already appeared in the line of sight, indeed heading directly for the end of the corridor.

Two men and one woman.

The one in front seemed around forty years old, had a well-maintained physique, neat attire, and a calm demeanor, clearly leading the two behind.

The man and woman beside him were younger, looking a bit weary, their attire somewhat similar, seemingly the real visitors.

Compared to the silent and observant companions, the young woman among them appeared notably more composed, nearly walking side by side with the guide, her flickering eyes earnestly listening.

“Here we are.”

And as the guide spoke up, all three simultaneously stopped their steps.

…

Is it what they call misfortunes never come alone?

Their actions again prompted Fu Qian to sigh.

Because a rather embarrassing scene occurred, the three stopped just a room away from the end of the corridor.

In other words, although very close, he wasn’t the visitation target after all.

These people were looking for the inmate next door.

Of course, not making noise instead of having visitors didn’t break the pattern, the inmate in the next room hadn’t made a sound the whole time, including now.

Even though all three visitors stood watching, the latter remained with her hands hugging her knees, quietly curled up in the corner.

“Wake up, little girl.”

But her visitors did not seem to accept being treated this way.

The leading middle-aged man directly slapped the metal bars.

“There are uncles and aunts here to see you.”

…

Unfortunately, still no response came out.

In Fu Qian’s perception, it was very clear. The female inmate referred to as “little girl” only raised her head buried in her knees for a glance before dropping it back down without any ripples.

“Little girl?”

At this point, the male visitor who hadn’t spoken all along asked in a tone of confusion, seemingly baffled by the guide’s term.

“There’s a saying that a child lives deep in someone’s heart. It’s obvious our Lady Esther is precisely such a person.”

“Nine years and five months old, kind and innocent.”

The guide, initially displeased by the inmate’s reaction, quickly smoothed over the stiffness on his face and explained with sarcasm when the two visitors didn’t press further.

“Of course, from our series of test results, it tends towards her ‘believing’ a little girl lives in her heart, using it to cope with the memories of past massacres… even deriving pleasure from them.”

“Massacred what?”

At this point, the female visitor, looking somewhat thoughtful, casually asked while tapping the bars and greeting the person inside.

Unfortunately, her gender advantage did not seem to work, as Lady Esther inside remained silent, not even sparing her another glance.

“At least four family exterminations, and she believes she was the victim in them, which is why she’s locked up here.”

“By the way, how come you don’t know? Aren’t you here for this—”

The guide’s voice quickly turned vigilant, then abruptly stopped as if he bit off his tongue.

Because at that moment, two sharp spikes unknowingly pressed against his jaw.

The skin beneath those purplish-red curling gleams offered almost no resistance; in fact, blood was already trickling down.

More astonishingly, the spikes even emerged from his collar.

“Wrong, we’re here because we don’t believe this.”

The female visitor beside him suddenly spoke lazily, her voice transforming in an instant.

“Of course, you need to continue speaking, when necessary.”

“You are not…”

Amidst the abrupt change, the guide’s reaction was quite prompt.

“Not, everything you’ve seen is fake, though it seems just right for your kind,”

The female visitor shook her head with a smile and said with a somewhat ambiguous intonation.

“So could you help me open the door, Principal Glenn?”

“How could this be… Clearly checked, none of you had any weapons…”

It was actually led by the principal himself, the guide known as Glenn couldn’t conceal his confusion, muttering without daring to open his mouth too wide.

Due to the restricted position, he couldn’t even lower his head to see what kind of weapon was threatening him.

But, in any case, the two before him were evidently extremely dangerous… and very proficient at disguising themselves.

“What exactly do you intend to do? This carries no meaning, even if you do rescue her, you can’t possibly walk out of here.”

Although expressing doubts, Principal Glenn didn’t insist on any pointless principles and genuinely took out a key to unlock the door.

“Even with my full assistance, it won’t work, because essentially I am just a guard.”

“That’s because you know nothing. As long as she’s rescued, it’s certain we can get out.”

When she mentioned rescuing, the female visitor’s tone clearly carried something special.

Hey!

But without giving anyone time to savor it, the next moment she had already called out again, even introducing herself.

“I’m Marianne.”

There was still no response from the latter.

“I know you are indeed only nine years and five months old.”

Female visitor Marianne didn’t mind at all.

…

At that moment, the prisoner in the room finally responded.

She slowly raised her head, first looking at Marianne, then immediately fixing her gaze on her hands.

Curled patterns resembling vines or marks were moving there, like living things.

Perhaps it wasn’t so undesirable after all.

And she wasn’t the only one doing this.

In the adjacent cell, Fu Qian was also appreciating the scene, slightly increasing the value assessment of this endeavor.