Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1416 - 1414 Calamity Strikes (29)

Chapter 1416: Chapter 1414 Calamity Strikes (29)

We call it efficient!

The item Su Gao took out was undoubtedly the Bone of the Gambler, a small gift I had given her before.

Upon hearing about her latest achievements, Fu Qian couldn’t help but feel impressed.

With such a diligent demigod hunter, transcendent criminals must have a hard time.

I wonder if the Night Watchman organization has any special rewards for such tasks.

If they do, with Su Gao’s efficiency, she’s definitely rolling in wealth.

Just like those motivational books, "How to Meet Wealthy Women" and the like aren’t just read for nothing.

"I’m very happy to contribute to world peace."

Although luck is a mysterious thing, Fu Qian doesn’t believe it’s directly related to Su Gao’s pursuit efficiency.

Yet as the introduction to the Bone of the Gambler suggests, the significance of this item might just lie in this moment.

Thus, Fu Qian had no intention of dampening the mood, and he contentedly accepted the merits, while also inquiring about Su Gao’s itinerary.

"So are you heading back to report?"

"Just arrived... although in theory, such matters could be handled by the local Night Watchman, I don’t want to appear odd."

Nodding slightly, Su Gao acknowledged Fu Qian’s guess.

"Chief Yuan hasn’t left yet either."

...

"Thank you for your hard work."

Though said simply, Fu Qian fully understood the meaning behind Su Gao’s words.

No matter the appearances, the higher-ups of the Night Watchman couldn’t possibly neglect the Night Holy City incident.

Su Gao, always in a hurry, going out on missions is normal, but if it seemed she was intentionally avoiding it, it wouldn’t look good.

Chief Yuan was similar; though she returned under the guise of vacationing, leaving hastily would also arouse suspicion.

This shows how meticulous the master and apprentice are, keeping secrets to the maximum extent.

This is what is meant by "those who follow the Dao have many supporters," right?

Fu Qian suddenly felt a righteous spirit surge within him.

"Speaking of which, there’s something quite peculiar."

With a slight smile, Su Gao didn’t consider it a big deal and openly shared other insights.

"My current state is very special; although I’m in a dream state, to some extent I can still sense the passage of time outside."

"It’s certain that there’s a severe misalignment between the two sides."

"From the moment I responded to now, just during our conversation, several hours have passed outside."

Is there such a thing?

The information brought by Su Gao was undoubtedly extraordinary, and Fu Qian tapped his fingers, gaining clarity on a previously felt discomfort.

...

Truly the means of a superior being.

I was just thinking that Su Gao’s arrival was so efficient, even my resilient nerves were close to feeling self-conscious.

And the terrifying speed of erosion on my body.

But now it doesn’t seem so frightening after all.

Once the strategy changes, Alarakir’s actions were indeed precise, not only dragging me into His dreamscape but secretly doing such little tricks.

He even brought in the Interlocutor as a reference to maximally lull me.

If I had reacted slightly slower, I might have been deeply mired and unable to extricate myself.

It truly suits the home advantage.

However... it’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Fu Qian glanced at the empty seat beside him.

"You’ve really been a big help. Honestly, chatting with this guy for too many more hours would probably kill off a lot of my brain cells unjustly."

"So is there anything else you need my help with?"

Su Gao was obviously accustomed to Fu Qian’s sharp style, and smiling, she continued to inquire.

"Sure."

Seeing Su Gao so enthusiastic, Fu Qian rubbed his chin and finally nodded.

"..."

For Mr. Fu’s instructions, Su Gao clearly didn’t want to miss a word and immediately focused intently.

However, in the next moment, she saw that the other just mouthed without making any sound.

Impressive!

At that moment, Fu Qian’s inner thoughts were tumultuous, brimming with voices.

Of course, it wasn’t due to teasing a volunteer out of boredom.

Just now, the sounds he tried to make seemed to be swallowed by something directly.

Clearly, as the master of this dream, with my significant level of contamination, Alarakir could do many things.

And Su Gao’s volunteer nature was vividly clear.

Alarakir naturally wouldn’t want me to convey key information to her.

But... do you really think so little of me?

I am well-versed in lip-reading, sign language, and various silent communication skills; a mere silence isn’t a big deal.

"Mr. Fu?"

The next moment, in Su Gao’s inquiry, when Fu Qian tried to make his lip movements more distinct, he found some of his mouth muscles seemed alive, not twitching but making precise movements under such intrusion became impossible.

Alarakir, you bully!

With a cold snort, Fu Qian tried moving his fingers once again.

The joints that were agile just moments ago, though slightly more obedient than the worm limb on the left, showed limited improvement.

Though the actions were small, they were truly guarded to the utmost extent.

Fu Qian couldn’t help but praise for a moment.

However, that character clearly still couldn’t comprehend the resilience of a professional task executor.

The next moment, the other side’s grotesque worm limb moved slightly.

Although the movement was clumsy, the Sweet Dream Cage hanging on it all along was still placed onto its approaching head.

Click!

Accompanied by a snap, Fu Qian once again donned the Prison Wind Equipment.

...

At least, it’s a trump card the warehouse painstakingly secured for me; surely, it should be of some use.

"I’m okay."

Realizing a certain shackle had vanished in an instant, Fu Qian opened his mouth to try, confirming that such actions were no longer restricted.

Nonetheless, despite this, Su Gao, sitting closer due to the earlier situation, actually showed no reaction at the moment.

Indeed, it was precise... though I am momentarily flawless, it doesn’t mean others can necessarily receive the conveyed information.

After all, information dissemination still requires a medium.

Again, the God of this home field truly isn’t simple, but —

Fu Qian nodded slightly, extending his hand in front of Su Gao, making a universally recognized gesture indicating to sit closer.

How dare you underestimate me, Su Violeta Margaret Hanibella Souffle Muse Gao Demigod.

"Can you hear me?"

"I can."

And this time, with Su Gao cooperating in sitting closer, she finally received the information.

Under the effect of Echo, her status relative to the dream was unmistakably exalted, just like when she directly sent away the Interlocutor earlier.

As long as she gets close enough, even with this protection, Alarakir’s meddling is limited.

Now it seems the only way to stop this communication is to kick Su Gao away.

But He can’t bear to do it.

Though the resistance is remarkable, if an Evil God were to descend, she is even more incredible material than Miss Wen.

All around, a sense of invisible turbulence seemed to emerge, transforming into the humiliation of forced compromise.

"In the future, if you see a mysterious demigod using Frost Power in the Night Watchman bounties, don’t take the job."

And amid this reluctance, Fu Qian nodded slightly, finally making his request.

At that moment, this dream belonging to the Divine Beings seemed to stall.