Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 102: The Hunter Craves Blood (Part 2)
He had felt something was wrong just now.
At this moment, the face in the mirror was slightly thin and looked slightly older than his actual age.
Fu Qian touched his face and noticed that there seemed to be a layer of something covering it; it wasn't real skin.
It should be some kind of special mask, but it was integrated exceptionally well. He searched all around and couldn't find a seam, not even knowing how it was put on.
So this time, in his identity as Fu Qian, he was wearing Fang Xun's mask and operating under the forged file of Ding Yi?
Isn't this a bit too much nesting?
But given the current situation, there was no need to take it off.
According to what Qin Feng just said, the Night Watchers' file on him should identify him as the Beyonder Fang Xun, who was then posing as Ding Yi, the bookstore owner here.
Although there was a minor violation, Fang Xun was a reliable identity.
Furthermore, the dead Qin Feng had never suspected his realm level from beginning to end.
He hadn't noticed earlier, but feeling it now, the aura he was projecting was indeed different from the past, suppressed to a state around the Eighth Tier.
Why it was like this might be related to the mask on his face; he could only say it was a very good disguise.
Then starting from now, he was the bookstore owner Fang Xun.
Of course, none of this was the pressing issue.
There was still a headless corpse of a Night Watcher in his shop.
Making a move against the Night Watchers in Shangjing? Isn't that too courageous?
Given the blast radius just now, if he only had the level of a Lower Tier supernatural, they almost certainly would have perished together.
The original purpose of whoever planned this thing should have been to kill him along with Qin Feng.
While thinking, Fu Qian tidied himself up a bit and washed his face.
If the Night Watchers' power in Shangjing was really as formidable as the introduction described, then they should be here soon.
He wasn't preparing to run away; that would almost be pushing himself directly into the position of a suspect.
Being targeted everywhere by the Night Watchers would add unnecessary difficulty to completing the task.
Although he was suspected of forging data, hearing Qin Feng's account, quite a few people had done this before; it wasn't some major crime.
The reason they came knocking on his door today was most likely that after the item was stolen, the Night Watchers were conducting a unified background check.
...
A few minutes later, Fu Qian sensed a chilling murderous intent piercing through the sky, rushing straight toward this direction.
Crash!
Amidst a loud bang, the front door of the bookstore was directly smashed to pieces.
The next moment, two figures rushed in, one after the other.
Truly worthy of the Night Watchers' headquarters, these two are at least Tier 7.
Observing the arrivals, Fu Qian commented silently.
The arrivals were a man and a woman, of similar age, both looking to be in their thirties.
Although their aura intensity was slightly weaker than Qin Feng's just now, they were absolutely at the Tier 7 level.
At this moment, the two who entered the room looked at the mess on the ground, especially Qin Feng's headless corpse, and their faces turned extremely ugly.
"What's going on here?"
The man looked at Fu Qian, who was sitting to the side, and asked sharply.
"That's exactly what I want to ask."
Fu Qian wore a confused expression and pointed at Qin Feng's corpse.
"About ten minutes ago, this gentleman ran into my shop claiming to be a Night Watcher and stated he wanted to verify some information with me.
However, while we were chatting pleasantly, he suddenly looked like he was in great pain, and then his head just exploded. Not to mention ruining my shop, even I was almost injured."
"Now you guys have broken my door, can you explain what exactly is going on?"
"Are you trying to tell me that the two of you were talking normally, and then his head suddenly exploded?"
The man looked at Fu Qian coldly, appearing completely disbelieving of his words.
"Exactly."
Fu Qian nodded.
"Then why are you fine?"
"I'm relatively agile and ran a bit faster."
...
The man stared dead at Fu Qian, his fists clenched tightly, seemingly on the verge of losing control and attacking at any moment.
"Fang Xun, is it?"
At this time, the woman pressed his shoulder, signaling him not to be impulsive.
She took out a booklet and flipped through it; it looked very similar to Qin Feng's, except the latter's had been blown to pieces.
"Yes."
Fu Qian nodded.
"You need to come with us."
The woman closed the booklet, exchanged a glance with the man, and said coldly.
...
Under the murderous gazes of the man and woman, Fu Qian was "invited" all the way to the Night Watcher Base in Shangjing.
It could be seen that both of them were in a bad mood, but they didn't ask any more questions. On the way, they even barely spoke to each other.
As expected of one of the cities where the Night Watchers' faction is the strongest.
Looking at the architecture before him, Fu Qian nodded secretly.
Inside the tall surrounding walls was a vast expanse of grey buildings, and at the center of the complex was a spire with a quaint design.
Although it looked ancient, the spire's sharp structure still pierced the sky like a sharp knife.
It truly deserved the title of Night Watcher Base.
It was just that the atmosphere at the Night Watcher Base right now was clearly very tense.
Not only were there people rushing about everywhere, but many of them had ashen faces.
It seemed that someone breaking into the Night Watcher Base to steal something had made them extremely furious.
Being escorted into the Base by two Night Watchers, many people cast curious glances their way along the journey.
The two directly brought Fu Qian to a place that looked like an interrogation room.
After signaling Fu Qian to enter the room, the woman operated something on the wall a few times, and the metal door slowly closed, seamlessly embedding itself into the wall.
The inside became an enclosed space.
Whether it was the walls or the floor beneath his feet, everything was of the same colored metal texture, with no windows anywhere.
On the wall directly facing the electronic door was a huge, long mirror; it was highly likely to be a one-way glass.
Other than that, in the massive room, there was only a set of metal table and chairs bolted to the floor.
The two Night Watchers didn't even put any restraints on Fu Qian.
Presumably, in their eyes, that was completely unnecessary.
Even without restraints, who would be so foolish as to make a move inside the Night Watcher Base?
In fact, Fu Qian indeed hadn't prepared to make a move.
The task this time was to find something, and time wasn't pressing.
Lacking information, he didn't even know what the Blood of Thorns looked like, so for now, it was better to take the route of win-win cooperation.
In the enclosed space, time passed exceptionally slowly.
After a long while, with a beep, the electronic door opened again, and a person walked in from outside.
It was a woman whose age was hard to guess.
Her curvaceous body was hidden under a white cloak; her facial features were exquisite. At first glance, she seemed delicate and timid, but looking closely, there was an indescribable majesty about her.
Her crystal-clear eyes scrutinized everything before her from a commanding height, as if no secret could hide from her.
Just from being glanced at, Fu Qian felt the qi and blood within his body faintly react; it was the sensation of facing a threat.
Hiss!
Fu Qian inhaled softly.
Another Demigod!
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