Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 140: Disorder (11)
Although he often talked nonsense in front of everyone, Fu Qian always proclaimed himself an honest man.
Often times, he possessed a strange earnestness.
For instance, the reason he came to the conclusion of "each has its own merits" just now was the result of his repeated consideration and fair comparison.
It was definitely not a casual fabrication.
That wondrous image from earlier was, in Fu Qian's view, an ultimate manifestation of the beauty of life.
As for the lady in front of him, although her body was slender and frail, and firmly hidden inside a baggy robe, she still possessed an indescribable allure.
It was a charm that bypassed ordinary evaluation standards and directly instilled the concept of beauty into one's consciousness.
Not only that, even in this sunless underground, locked up with numerous deformed skeletons, she still maintained a distinct elegance.
Hearing Fu Qian's appraisal, the lady in the pointed hat was visibly a bit surprised.
"You have discerning eyes."
After gazing at him for a long while, she gave an evaluation of Fu Qian's evaluation.
Obviously, the content of this evaluation also knew nothing of humility.
"Everyone says so."
At this, Fu Qian also nodded confidently.
Of course, Fu Qian's so-called "everyone" was merely one or two people in total.
In reality, even Young Master Qin and the others were often shocked by his completely unique aesthetic.
Without asking what that image from earlier represented, Fu Qian directly sat down to the side.
The other party had no intention of standing up whatsoever, and the hat on her head was large. Talking in that posture just now was undoubtedly very awkward.
"What is your name?"
Watching Fu Qian's actions, the lady in the pointed hat rested her cheek on her hand and asked.
"Fu Qian."
Fu Qian?
The lady in the pointed hat repeated Fu Qian's name, her brow furrowing.
This was the first time her expression had changed.
Pondering for a long time, she lowered her head and muttered to herself.
"Interesting!"
Her evaluation of his name was "interesting"?
The lady in the pointed hat's reaction made Fu Qian's heart skip a beat.
It sounded quite like what those girls who hit on him used to say.
That's right. Although his personality was dreadful and his aura inhuman.
Thanks to his decent outward appearance, Fu Qian had still encountered a certain number of girls hitting on him.
Of course, the final reaction of all those girls was unanimously: "My brain must have been seriously short-circuiting back then!"
As for the one before his eyes, Fu Qian certainly wouldn't treat her as one of those naive little girls ignorant of the world's perils.
Therefore, in this light, this evaluation became even more thought-provoking.
"And you?"
Fu Qian thought for a moment and asked in return.
"My name?"
The lady in the pointed hat let out a low laugh.
"Have you thought it through? Knowing my name is not a good thing."
"Especially for you people, I am the absolute Daughter of Filth!"
"If you only want a codename for conversation, you can call me Witch. In fact, that is indeed an apt title."
Witch? This lady's self-evaluation was far from simple!
Fu Qian didn't get hung up on whether it was a real name. What he noticed was another issue; just now she said a sentence—especially for you people.
Fu Qian thought for a moment and pointed at the stripes on his body.
"Are you referring to this?"
"Yes."
Witch stared hazily into the darkness, a half-smile on her face.
"Your faith granted you power; it wouldn't be good if it was blasphemed by me."
"My power was granted by my appetite. It has nothing to do with faith."
Fu Qian said casually.
"Saying such things is a serious act of blasphemy!"
Witch raised her head again and gave Fu Qian a look.
"Actually, the power in you is quite good. The legendary Dragon of Time, huh, hehe..."
Without adding "hehe," your compliment would have been somewhat convincing.
Fu Qian shot her a glance.
"It doesn't matter. A person like me who deserves to go to hell has never expected to be protected—"
Before his voice faded, Fu Qian noticed the other party extend a hand.
"You have something very interesting on you."
The next moment, Fu Qian saw the Pus Stone in his pocket fly out on its own, slowly floating over.
The Duchess really did know something, which was why she had him come down here!
Fu Qian didn't try to snatch the Pus Stone back; instead, a thought quickly flashed through his mind.
Earlier, he intentionally hadn't taken the Pus Stone out. On one hand, he found her novel and wanted to chat with this mysterious entity a bit longer.
On the other hand, he wanted to see if she could sense the Pus Stone on him.
Facts proved that Witch was extremely sensitive to the existence of the Pus Stone.
"Has it already reached this degree?"
Witch gazed at the Pus Stone in her hand, letting out a faint sigh after a long while.
"Where did you find this?"
"In a certain cell, inside the mouth of a skeleton."
Fu Qian pointed upward.
"So you used to be locked inside? That makes sense... you have marks of losing color on you."
Did she say losing color?
Fu Qian's eyebrow twitched.
"What exactly is this thing?"
"What is it..."
Witch concentrated and thought for a moment, then suddenly revealed a smile.
The next moment, the hard Pus Stone rapidly melted in her hand, turning into a puddle of red and black liquid.
The liquid, which displayed oil-slick-like colors, suddenly expanded into an illusory dragon head.
Unlike the dragon head Fu Qian had manifested to unleash his breath, this one was exceedingly hideous, filled with a sense of rot and corruption.
The next moment, the dragon head opened its jaws and spewed out a cone-shaped cloud of purplish-brown mist.
A foul, putrid stench instantly permeated the entire underground, and visibility dropped rapidly.
By the time the breath ended, the Pus Stone in Witch's hand had been completely consumed.
"Are you trying to tell me that this thing and my power are essentially the same?"
Realizing immediately that it was unavoidable, Fu Qian just stood in place and gave up struggling.
Seeing her stop now, he simply asked directly.
"Not you, but you people."
"This is a Fragment of Human Pus, a product of your fallen faith. You can basically understand it as the opposite of losing color."
"So you'd better be careful. It might come looking for you."
Witch looked at Fu Qian with a half-smile, suddenly thought of something, and reached out her hand again.
"There's actually another interesting thing!"
The next moment, Fu Qian watched helplessly as his pocket opened once more, and a rust-mottled key flew out—the one he had looted from the Jailer back then.
Catching the key, Witch examined it with keen interest a couple of times. Then, a cluster of twinkling starlight appeared at her fingertips.
The next moment, the rust on the key vanished instantly. Crystal-clear starlight shrouded its surface, suddenly making its prestige skyrocket.
"It carries the aura of the starry sky. It seems it can open a mysterious place."
Do you take me for a three-year-old?
Fu Qian stared expressionlessly at her spewing nonsense.
Aura of the starry sky... Even an idiot could tell this key only turned out this way after you touched it!
"Done."
Witch raised her hand, and the modified key slowly flew back into Fu Qian's hand.
"Take the Starlight Key, and go fulfill your duty."
"Blasphemer."
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