Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1288 - 1286: Loss of Image (30)

Chapter 1288: Chapter 1286: Loss of Image (30)

Yack’s so-called simple treatment, Fu Qian could probably guess what it was.

The issue on Jane’s body wasn’t so simply resolved; didn’t you see that despite all his previous efforts, unexpected events kept happening? His final move was likely intended to bring her back for help.

As a Bloodline Clan member who values demeanor, making his food look like this was ultimately a loss of face.

So in Fu Qian’s eyes, the so-called treatment was probably just cosmetic and wouldn’t take much time.

Yack’s speech seemed more like feigned relaxation; what he was truly waiting for was the Carved Giant Cocoon to complete its control over itself.

The latter was still continuously contracting at the moment, seemingly unwilling to rest until it trapped itself completely.

Unfortunately, this beautiful expectation would probably never be realized.

As the Old Day’s Mark representing the essence of "wounds" was activated, without a doubt, cuts appeared on Fu Qian’s body, resembling fish mouths.

Of course, as he ascended to Pseudo-God, with the increase in the vitality intensity of his own flesh, the speed of wound healing increased even more; specifically, the fish mouth’s opening and closing speed quickened significantly.

And a few seconds later, this rather infectious scene seemed to finally trigger the retracting Giant Cocoon.

A very fine crack appeared.

It wasn’t the pattern itself being cut but the gaps between them.

It was like a size discrepancy, causing a slight mismatch during their weaving movements.

...

Not bad at all.

Fu Qian wasn’t surprised by this result and even expressed satisfaction.

Before opening this Mad God gift, he had already considered the possible forms of "wounds" appearance.

For the fundamental power of this world, the manifestation of laws, he wasn’t optimistic enough to think the concept of wounds could directly infect them.

Facts proved that wounds indeed manifested in an alternative way.

Following that instant crack, Fu Qian even noticed Yack’s movements.

True to form, he was indeed seriously fiddling with Jane’s head, while the mutation on her body was changing rapidly.

At the last fleeting glance, Yack clearly realized something and sharply looked up.

Unfortunately, the crack had already emulated the fish mouths on Fu Qian’s body, closing rapidly.

But it didn’t matter; new cracks quickly appeared again, sprawling like stars in no time.

"How is this possible..."

Yack was quickly aroused to exclaim in surprise. Although he might have been using too many exclamations tonight, appearing to be at a loss for words, he still clearly expressed his resistance to reality.

It’s just a pity that the latter didn’t change according to his will.

From the gaps of opening and closing, cold fissures silently extended out, shaking everything.

The patterns forming the Giant Cocoon were also among the targets.

...

"For the simple treatment, you’ve done quite well; next, leave it to me."

Without giving the other party time to adjust their mood, Fu Qian took another step forward.

It could be seen that the Carved Giant Cocoon very much wanted to trap him in place. However, with more and more flaws, its weaving was far from tight, not only barely able to continue contracting but also showing distortion in its shape.

Just like Jane’s head earlier.

The reason for saying earlier is because through the opening and closing gaps, it was clear to see her body contour had almost recovered.

Yack’s plastic surgery was indeed quite swift.

But at the same time, relatively, the chaotic tangled blood marks on Jane’s body surface had even spread to her face, clearly more severe than before.

Cosmetic surgery has risks, truly not deceiving me.

"Alright, if you’re willing to answer my questions."

This time, Yack unexpectedly complied with the opinion of the attending Doctor, not even attempting to transfer Jane away.

"Oh, won’t that compromise your principles?"

Fu Qian was naturally quite gratified by this, stepping forward again, almost reaching the edge of the Giant Cocoon.

"Though it’s unclear why you appeared here, if you wanted to kill her, there’s no need to wait until now. You’re far more terrifying than imagined."

Yack even showed his first genuine acknowledgement.

"This matter is indeed my fault. If you really have a way to treat her, I can give up on taking her back."

"Then what?"

Fu Qian remained impassive.

"Then... you’ll have to come back with me."

Yack’s eyes flickered for a moment before he answered.

Now that’s more like it.

This Bloodline member was willing to give up the patient, partly because after the clash, he judged that his disadvantage against Jane wasn’t significant, but there was another obvious reason: the value of this case, himself, had clearly surpassed Jane.

A law transformation physique, a law tearing physique.

In this tumultuous time, the latter was evidently more impactful.

In fact, for Fu Qian, he wouldn’t mind communicating with a group of Bloodline members. It’s just that...

Fu Qian glanced at the sky through the almost battered Giant Cocoon.

"How long do you need to gather the others?"

"Not long."

With astonishing performance all the way, the other party directly guessed his purpose. Yack wasn’t too surprised anymore, quickly abandoning the shyness from before.

"Before dawn?"

"That’s impossible! They’re all busy... with their own things."

Yack denied it extremely quickly, clearly having a deep understanding of his kind’s style, though he did slightly embellish his response.

"I knew it."

Fu Qian wasn’t surprised, having had the suspicion of being solitary before.

If he could have an academic discussion with the Bloodline members, he wouldn’t mind burning 1 SAN Point.

The problem now was that even if he arrived, by the time they gathered, it would be long after they couldn’t find him anymore.

"Then I’m afraid I’m busy too."

Fu Qian had an expression of regret.

"So how long do you need to gather them? Tell me the time and place, and I’ll go there myself then."

"That’s truly a pity!"

Yack certainly wouldn’t believe such words. In fact, if the other party agreed, he would find it strange.

The next moment, a wisp of bright red ivy-like pattern extended and bloomed in his hand, soon followed by a second and third...

In a few breaths, a spear formed by intertwined and entangled tendrils had majestically taken shape, its target clearly being Fu Qian.

"Faced with such matters, I can never let it go. Since Mr. Herbert refuses to cooperate, I can only attempt to bring back the remains."

"Completely understandable."

Surrounded by the Giant Cocoon with little room to dodge, Fu Qian exhibited no negative emotions towards Yack’s actions, even offering advice.

"But why not finish the questioning first, and then take action?"

"... You’re still willing to answer?"

Just about to launch a javelin, Yack seemed almost taken aback.

"Why not? Didn’t I agree earlier?"

Fu Qian replied with a tone of puzzlement.

"... Who exactly are you?"

Yack seemed unsure how to assess this statement, paused his actions, and reluctantly asked.

"Angel Envoy."

Unexpectedly, the other party answered earnestly, even looking up at the moon in the sky, seeming both melancholic and sighing.

"Dark Moon Apostle."