Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 49: You Are the Legendary Dean Feng
Fu Qian traversed through the Ruins without stopping for a moment.
Fu Qian was already intimately familiar with this route he had taken twice, even knowing exactly where the monsters would launch their sneak attacks.
Encountering almost no obstacles along the way, he quickly arrived at the central blood pool.
From afar, he could already see Feng Yunhong striking a pose there.
Exercising his facial muscles, Fu Qian rushed forward with quick steps, his pupils suddenly dilating the next moment.
"Dean... Feng Yunhong?"
After a full ten seconds, the wax-figure-like Feng Yunhong finally moved.
Inhaling a long breath, like waking from a dream, Feng Yunhong slowly opened his eyes and looked at Fu Qian.
"Who are you? It's very dangerous here."
"You are Dean Feng, right?"
Fu Qian didn't answer his question, continuing to look pleasantly surprised.
"I knew you were okay! We've finally found you!"
"You know me?"
Feng Yunhong furrowed his brow.
"Of course!"
Fu Qian nodded repeatedly.
"I saw your portrait at the Academy. You haven't changed a bit in all these years; I recognized you instantly."
"The Academy..."
As if hearing about something from the distant past, Feng Yunhong froze for a moment before recovering and shaking his head.
"That was many years ago."
"Yes. We often hear the Academy's teachers mention the mysterious disappearance of the Fourth Dean. It's been at least several decades now.
It's said that the later Vice Dean Li has always been searching for your whereabouts."
"Vice Dean Li, Li He? So he became the Dean."
Feng Yunhong sighed deeply, his face full of the vicissitudes of life mixed with a trace of gratification.
Good acting, Fu Qian praised inwardly.
"Yes, but Vice Dean Li has been retired for many years and now travels everywhere. He has always highly respected your strength."
Feng Yunhong waved his hand, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, sporting a posture of having seen through worldly affairs.
"Empty fame is nothing but fleeting clouds."
"Speaking of which, you're quite the young hero yourself."
He appraised Fu Qian with admiration.
"You're already at Tier 6 at such a young age, right? In our era, you would be an absolute young genius."
"Dean Feng overpraises me. I merely stand on the shoulders of giants. Without the years of exploration by our predecessors, how could the path of cultivation be so smooth?"
While acting humble, Fu Qian frowned, looking at the miserable state of Feng Yunhong's lower body.
"You... Who did this to you?"
"It's hard to explain clearly in a short time. I can only blame myself for being too careless back then. This place is extremely wicked and abnormal; you must be careful."
Feng Yunhong warned Fu Qian with the posture of an elder.
"I understand!"
Fu Qian nodded seriously, continuing to look at Feng Yunhong's lower body with extreme grief and indignation.
"I will go call the others immediately. We will definitely find a way to save you."
There are others?
Hearing Fu Qian say this, Feng Yunhong's eyes lit up, followed by an open-minded smile as he shook his head.
"It's enough that you have the intention. At my age, I have long since looked past life and death. Being able to survive until now has entirely been forced by a single breath."
"Every step in here is perilous. There is no need for you to risk your lives for me."
"Please don't say that."
Fu Qian shook his head vigorously.
"I'll go call them now. Vice Dean Li Weixuan, who came with us, is already at Tier 4 Peak. His Clear Sword Heart perfectly counters wicked filth. He will definitely have a way to save you, just wait..."
While comforting Feng Yunhong, Fu Qian made as if to leave, but suddenly stopped the next moment, frowning tightly.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Yunhong narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Fu Qian.
"Did you..."
Fu Qian constantly looked around, seemingly searching for something.
"Hear someone talking?"
"Someone talking? How could that be? There is no one else here besides the two of us!"
Feng Yunhong looked confused.
"Did you mishear?"
"But there really is!"
Fu Qian looked perplexed.
"It's a woman's voice, constantly saying to let her out. Her name seems to be Shui Jing... Wait, there's another man's voice... Chi Hesheng. How could this be?"
Fu Qian casually reported two names, noticing Feng Yunhong's expression change abruptly.
"This area around the blood pool is full of Curses; sometimes it has hallucinogenic effects. You might have been affected."
"You'd better leave here quickly to avoid further harm."
Feng Yunhong rushed Fu Qian to leave quickly.
"Understood, I'll go right now!"
Fu Qian nodded and bowed to Feng Yunhong.
"Take care, I'll be right back."
"No need to rush. This old man has already stayed here for so many years; I'm not in a hurry."
Feng Yunhong laughed heartily, watching Fu Qian leave all the way until he completely disappeared into the thin mist.
After walking a distance, Fu Qian turned his body, first using a stone tower to block line of sight, then quietly returning.
Of course, it was impossible for him to actually go bring Li Weixuan and the others over like that.
The reason he said all that just now was, firstly, to let Feng Yunhong know there would be more prey delivering themselves to his door so he wouldn't self-destruct right now.
Secondly, to put enough pressure on this old man.
He specifically emphasized that Li Weixuan was Tier 4 Peak with exceptionally acute perception, and then told him he heard cries for help.
Since even he could hear anomalies, Feng Yunhong would definitely worry about being exposed in front of Li Weixuan. If he really had a way to suppress these devoured Beyonders, he would definitely make a move.
Sprinting back to the edge of the blood pool, Fu Qian found that Feng Yunhong was already gone.
And at the spot where he had been standing, there was an extra hole leading further down.
This place... Fu Qian recalled the curved dome that had been exposed when Li Weixuan and Feng Yunhong fought earlier.
There really is something down there!
Fu Qian once again bounded over the blood pool and jumped to the edge of the hole, discovering a network of crisscrossing stone beams below.
Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Qian jumped straight down.
Speed is crucial in war; Feng Yunhong's movements wouldn't be too slow.
Landing lightly on a massive arched stone beam, Fu Qian carefully observed the interior of the building.
The space wasn't very large, but its height was certainly not low. He was currently standing on its rafters.
It was hard to imagine how such a building had sunk into the ground.
Looking at the general layout, this place must have originally been a church of some sort, but it was now completely unrecognizable.
The entire interior of the building presented an extremely bizarre scene; most places were completely empty.
Tables, chairs, tiles, lampstands, colored glaze—all the interior decorations were piled up in the center of the building.
Not only that, these things seemed to be pulled by some force, forming a massive four-pronged spiral shape in a twisted posture.
The symbol on the heads of those bloody faces.
Fu Qian felt a stir in his heart, confirming he had likely found the right place.
In the exact center of the counter-clockwise spiral was a rough Stone Seat.
At this moment, the vanished Feng Yunhong was sitting upon it, bursts of wailing emanating from his entire body.
That was fast!
Then again, had this guy just been standing directly above this all along, running down here to digest after swallowing people?
Truly playing it safe!
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