Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 129: Evil Object
"How long have you been here?"
Staring at Pei Yanqing's perfectly rounded and straight legs in her jeans, Fu Qian asked suddenly.
"We've been here for a good while."
Pei Yanqing covered her mouth and laughed.
"Even though I'm not interested in aliens or anything, taking a walk outside isn't bad."
"Just standing here gives me a magical feeling. I inexplicably feel relaxed and happy."
"It feels like the moon is exceptionally bright today too."
A magical feeling? Relaxed and happy?
"Is that so?"
Fu Qian replied casually, looking up at the sky.
With which eye do you see the moon being any different from usual?
However, as he glanced from the corner of his eye, under the pale moonlight, everyone—including Qin Mingze—actually wore an indescribable look of intoxication.
Even Wu Qingyu, who looked like he was about to die of exhaustion, wore an expression of deep yearning.
Something's wrong!
Fu Qian took a deep breath.
Turning back to Pei Yanqing, he noticed her expression was distant as she stared blankly at the railing beside her hand.
This bridge was an old-fashioned arch bridge with railings carved from bluestone. Each baluster was carved with a uniquely styled stone lion.
However, after so many years of weathering, most were severely damaged.
For example, the one right in front of them only had half a head left.
Seemingly noticing Fu Qian's gaze, Pei Yanqing, wearing a faint smile, leaned in quietly.
"Do you think..."
She looked around, then pointed at the stone lion in front of her.
"This lion is so bright! Just now, I even felt like it was alive. Do you think there's something wrong with my eyes or my brain?"
There's nothing wrong with your brain or your eyes.
Fu Qian had already noticed the anomaly.
At this moment, the surface of the stone lion was indeed shimmering with an almost imperceptible faint, eerie glow. It just wasn't obvious under the already bright white moonlight.
The fact that Pei Yanqing could see it directly was likely related to her previous experience.
Because of the effect of the Decree Residue, she had become unusually sensitive to certain things.
As for it coming alive, the eerie glow was flickering slightly, giving it a translucent, wicked vitality.
Fu Qian was absolutely certain this anomaly wasn't here when he came yesterday.
The appearance of this thing was likely related to what happened yesterday.
He had unleashed a skill here—Decree Residue empowered by Mythic Form.
This anomaly was almost certainly caused by that.
Aside from this stone lion, there were no other anomalies around.
It was likely because it had been closest to him at the time and suffered the strongest influence.
Pei Yanqing was more sensitive than the others. Even without knowing anything, her instincts had led her right to this spot.
This thing couldn't be left alone; over time, it might cause trouble.
Looking at the circle of intoxicated expressions around him, Fu Qian blinked, quietly raised his foot, and stomped down without hesitation.
A barely perceptible tremor ran through the moss-covered bridge.
Good!
Test complete. Fu Qian stomped down a second time.
Boom!
This time, everyone felt the abnormality.
The crowd, intoxicated by the moonlight, was finally jolted awake, looking around in shock, unaware of what was happening.
"The bridge is collapsing!"
The next moment, someone shouted and sprinted toward the bridgehead.
This action triggered a rapid chain reaction. Even the professional hobbyists grabbed their equipment and ran.
Fu Qian followed among them, and to urge the crowd to run a bit faster, he secretly stomped twice more.
The shaking of the bridge became even more pronounced.
In the chaos, Fu Qian pressed his hand against the railing and exerted a slight force. The lower edge of the stone lion snapped off, falling into the water below the bridge.
The crowd quickly retreated off the bridge. Even when the shaking slowly stopped, no one dared to step onto it again.
Fu Qian observed his surroundings; almost everyone had a look of profound loss on their faces.
Pei Yanqing's was particularly severe.
Fu Qian snapped his fingers, waking up the few people next to him.
"I'm going back to eat. Are you guys leaving or not?"
"L-Let's go."
Young Master Qin agreed almost instantly.
It was just a check-in activity anyway. Not many truly expected to find UFOs here.
Now that the show was over and the bridge was dangerous, there was no point in staying.
"Student Fu, goodbye."
Pei Yanqing finally came to her senses, greeted Fu Qian, and left with He Xian.
...
Late at night, Fu Qian returned to the bridge, which was now completely deserted.
Holding the railing, he closed his eyes and silently sensed the anomaly around him.
Quickly, he locked onto the target in the water.
The next moment, a dark red tentacle sprouted from his hand and slowly reached into the water.
When it emerged, a dripping wet stone lion was woven into its tip, radiating a pale white glow under the moonlight.
With his spoils of war, Fu Qian rushed home and placed the stone lion on the table to examine it closely.
A peculiar aura permeated the stone lion, faint but stable.
Amidst the flickering ghostly light, a certain eternal rhythm seemed condensed within.
This thing is a dangerous object!
Fu Qian picked it up with one hand, weighed it, and then tightened his grip.
With a series of fine, crisp cracks, crisscrossing fissures appeared on the surface of the stone lion.
When he put the stone lion back down, an astonishing scene unfolded.
The crushed lion didn't fall apart. Instead, as if held together by some bizarre connection, it maintained its shape.
Not only that, but the aura attached to it hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Interesting!
Fu Qian toyed with the heavily cracked lion.
This object was highly likely a result of him utilizing Demigod-level power.
If that was the case, if he truly ascended to Demigod status in the future, would his every movement cause this kind of effect?
Has this world become too small to contain a certain someone named Fu?!
Fu Qian tilted his head up at a forty-five-degree angle and sighed deeply for twenty seconds.
Setting that aside, how exactly was he supposed to deal with this thing?
Forcibly crushing it wasn't out of the question, but with its aura undissipated, it was hard to guarantee it wouldn't cause problems.
Keep it at home? That didn't seem right either.
Fu Qian thought for a moment, and his gaze fell on his wrist.
After the Work Badge disappeared, a mark of the exact same shape had appeared on his wrist, becoming his new access pass.
In fact, Fu Qian suspected other people probably couldn't see it.
Speaking of which, when entering a Containment Scene, the items he carried were restricted, but entering the Warehouse didn't seem to have that limitation.
Worth a try?
Fu Qian grasped the stone lion in his hand, focused his attention on the Work Badge, and activated it with his spiritual sense.
The familiar Warehouse appeared before his eyes once more.
Fu Qian immediately looked at his hand.
The broken stone lion was emitting a faint, spectral blue radiance.
However, the radiance lasted only for a split second before dissipating into the dim space.
The next moment, a clattering sound rang out as the stone lion crumbled into pieces of rubble and fell to the floor.
It no longer possessed any special aura.
So this works too!
Fu Qian dusted the stone powder off his hands and gazed deep into the Warehouse.
This place truly is magical!
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