Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1211 - 1209: The Bamboo Insects of Night Holy City (17)

Chapter 1211: Chapter 1209: The Bamboo Insects of Night Holy City (17)

Fu Qian was more than 80% certain that the material of the finger bone in front of him came from those irascible little puppets.

Of course, this is not to say that the expert Garcia hired was slacking off; at present, it indeed no longer possessed any transcendent properties.

Even compared to the puppet fragments of that time, the thing contained within it was shattered to a completely different extent.

It was akin to a cleansing at the essential level; as if violently ground into molecules, stir-fried, boiled, and fried a hundred times before being recast together, crudely shaped into a form.

Now, apart from the fact that it once had an extraordinary effect, any form of power inside it no longer existed—it was thoroughly ruined residue.

It felt like if this thing were indeed embedded in one’s body, it wouldn’t be essentially different from fitting a large gold tooth.

This was the first time he had encountered such an object, so the question arose: was it truly key to turning Midas into reality?

Does it actually possess an alternative uniqueness, just that his knowledge limitations prevent him from recognizing it now?

"Why not touch it?"

While pondering, a suggestion came from behind, sounding like a young male, very gentle.

Being in the heavily guarded casino vault preparing to steal something, this situation was indeed quite shocking.

"May I?"

However, Fu Qian didn’t even turn his head.

"Of course not."

The voice continued from behind.

"But trying it won’t incur any punishment."

This person’s way of speaking was somewhat unique.

Fu Qian listened very carefully and the next moment, actually accepted the suggestion and reached out his hand.

His hand was blocked by the black base, yet the white porcelain finger bone embedded on top seemed to exist in another dimension, untouchable.

"Really didn’t get punished."

Without trying a second time, Fu Qian arrived at an optimistic conclusion and finally turned around.

...

Indeed, it was a young male, appearing only in his thirties, his clothes meticulous, with slightly long, soft, and lustrous brown curly hair, exuding an aura of scholarship.

Accompanied by a leather-covered notebook and a metal quill pen in hand, he truly resembled an old-school scholar.

The only issue was that in his left eye socket was not an eyeball, but a protruding black lens.

Upon closer inspection, the lens evidently went deep into the skull.

This cross-era appearance was undoubtedly full of discord.

But that was no longer the focus, the oppressive force rising under his gaze felt even more overwhelming than Emperor Yasui.

Above the First Phase, an Ancient Deity?

Isn’t the security level of this vault a bit too high?

"How shall I address you?"

Amidst internal complaints, Fu Qian greeted.

"Address?"

Unexpectedly, the latter slightly frowned upon hearing this, even flipping through his notebook.

"Just call me... Lie Wen."

And it seemed he finally found the answer.

"Alright, Mr. Lie Wen, could you please explain why you made such an impolite gesture?"

Fu Qian nodded slightly, preemptively accusing without any embarrassment.

It was clear that the inability to touch the finger bone was caused by this person.

In fact, just before entering the vault, Fu Qian had faintly felt some incomprehensible change happening.

That was why, after opening the box earlier, he had not immediately reached for it.

"I’m just doing my job, it’s wrong to take something without someone else’s permission."

The latter explained without a trace of annoyance, scrutinizing Fu Qian seriously.

Given the headcage on, Fu Qian’s appearance at this moment was equally bizarre.

"Can I take this off?"

The next moment Lie Wen directly pointed at his head, not even asking his name.

"You can, but you need to give me a reason."

Although he had just put it on, its effect had already been utilized, and Fu Qian did not mind taking off the Headcage; he was curious about the purpose behind the other party’s request.

"Proposing conditions, accepting demands, quite reasonable."

Lie Wen nodded in agreement, and to Fu Qian’s surprise, he stepped forward, stooping to examine the finger bones.

"Why are you interested in such remnants?"

The next moment, he stretched out his hand, somewhat puzzled.

The finger bones that Fu Qian had just been unable to touch were directly picked up by him.

"Honestly, I was wondering about that myself just now."

Seeing that the other party even brought the bone close to the lens to examine, Fu Qian shook his head; he had no intention of swiftly snatching it back.

Having just touched Divinity, his perception of certain things had become increasingly acute.

The individual before him was clearly quite unique, or rather, a dangerous presence.

So dangerous that even if he used the harvest of the Divine Envoy, he might not be able to seize it by force.

That the Prism of Radiant Transformation could attract such a troublesome entity truly challenged the imagination.

Indeed, the security of the vault was merely a joke; Fu Qian was quite certain that Lie Wen’s appearance here was influenced by the Prism of Radiant Transformation.

Although he did not know how It managed it.

Truly watertight, Old Master Henry’s pursuit had just ceased.

In fact, Fu Qian had guessed before that after Old Master Henry lost the trail, the Prism of Radiant Transformation might violate its original intention by disturbing the Night Watchman to cause trouble.

His contingency plan was that even if a First Phase New God appeared, he would solve it violently and destroy the finger bone as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, the character that appeared this time was actually a bit out of scope.

...

"I can’t see any value in it, within my range of knowledge."

At this moment, Lie Wen had already finished observing, and his conclusion remained the same.

"If you take off the cage on your head, answer my questions, and then I’ll give this to you, okay?"

And the next moment, he seriously looked at Fu Qian, suggesting this.

"No problem."

Fu Qian instantly accepted the condition.

"Mmm... Not bad."

Seemingly very satisfied with his reaction, Lie Wen next opened his notebook and began to write on it.

And almost immediately after finishing writing, Fu Qian noticed another incomprehensible change occurring.

This person wrote the content of the transaction in it, forming something similar to a Rule?

Fu Qian understood more about his earlier inability to touch the object in that moment.

"Of course, before that, it’s best we leave this place, ending this impolite intrusion."

Having finished writing, Lie Wen thought for a moment then asked.

"What venue do you prefer for our communication, in this city?"

"Miss Mo Xi’s bar, preferably a spot where we can see outside."

Fu Qian didn’t need half a second to provide a precise answer.

Time is indeed very precious now.

"Very good."

Lie Wen quickly scribbled a few more lines, continuing to write in his notebook.

And by the time he put his pen away, the two were already in a moderately bustling bar, near a small window.

In their view, they could see Miss Mo Xi behind the bar, idly scanning her surroundings.

Of course, whether it was her or the other patrons around her, all were oblivious to the two men here.

Fu Qian was not surprised by this; after sensing the unusual earlier, he didn’t deliberately hide his form in the vault.

The fact was, he and Lie Wen had been standing under surveillance for so long, yet there was still no response to the intruders from outside, which clearly meant this individual had ways of preventing them from being noticed.

"You may ask now."

The next moment, Fu Qian directly took off the Headcage.

"Is it you?"

However, following this action, the other party appeared surprised.