Chapter 113: Chapter 112 Hunter Longs for Blood (12)_1
 

The situation in Shangjing is quite perilous!

I’d just settled in, and someone was already knocking on my door.

Wen Li’s movements have likely been under surveillance for some time now.

Fu Qian looked at the maid outside the door.

She appeared to be in her twenties or thirties, with a pretty face, but at the moment her expression was dull and her eyes lifeless, clearly in an abnormal state.

This intense sense of déjà vu!

Fu Qian couldn’t help but reminisce about the time he had poisoned Wen Li, feeling a surge of emotion.

Being a maid in the Wen family is truly a high-risk job!

Next time, I’ll suggest to Wen Li to raise their wages.

“Good, I’ve always enjoyed playing games.”

Fu Qian responded calmly.

As soon as he said this, the maid fell silent for a few seconds, then replied in that mechanical voice.

“Very well, I hope you can maintain this optimistic mood.”

After finishing her words, the maid walked stiffly into the room, making her way straight to Fu Qian.

The next moment, she lifted the tray in her hand and removed the cloth covering it.

Inside the tray were two transparent glass vials, each with a capsule of a different color at the bottom.

Almost simultaneously, a red fog appeared out of thin air, enveloping Fu Qian within it.

The next moment, a heavy sensation came, and Fu Qian felt as if he was encased in red concrete.

“One red, one green, you need to choose one of the two capsules.”

The maid looked straight at Fu Qian.

“One is poisonous, the other is not. The woman will place the one you choose into your mouth, then consume the other one herself.”

“If you choose the non-toxic one, the woman will die, the bondage will be broken, and you will be able to free yourself from the current predicament.”

“Otherwise, in at most an hour, you will become a real piece of amber.”

Choose any one?

Fu Qian looked at the maid before him.

At this distance, he could clearly see strands of blood seeping from the pores of her body, quickly turning into red fog and constantly converging around both of them.

The red fog was clearly using her blood as the source.

“Another reminder, the voices here can’t be heard outside.”

“So I suggest you give up some futile struggles and calmly make a choice—red or green?”

“By your account, if I choose the non-toxic one, this woman will die and the confinement will end?”

“Correct, the only way you can escape is by the death of this woman.”

“That’s what makes this game interesting.”

“Of course, you could also make no choice at all and sacrifice yourself to save this woman. But if you actually do that, I would have to commend you.”

It was such a game.

Fu Qian looked at the two capsules for a while and finally sighed deeply, a look of disappointment on his face.

Is that all?

I thought there would be something more interesting.

“Do you think it’s too simple? But you should know that sometimes the simpler the game, the more fun it can be.”

“You better hurry up, my patience is limited.”

The voice began urging action.

You actually think you’re so clever?

Fu Qian looked at the maid, bleeding all over.

“I choose the blue pill.”

…

The maid was stunned for a few seconds.

“You seem not to take the game seriously enough. There are only red and green options here.”

“No, there are blue ones.”

Fu Qian shook his shoulders, accompanied by the sound of ice crystals shattering, and slowly lifted his right leg.

I had intended to play along to see if this person had anything interesting to offer, but it turned out to be a complete waste of emotion.

The only thing of any interest was this binding ability, which clearly targeted the physical type.

If I were only at the Sixth Phase, it might indeed have been a bit troublesome to free myself.

“I wanted to interact with you as a Transcendent of the Eighth Phase, but all I got in return was perfunctory treatment.”

“You might not know this, but when I play games, I hate those self-righteous designs the most. It’s like shit-flavored chocolate and chocolate-flavored shit, serving no purpose other than to highlight the designer’s brain decay.”

“In my opinion, such people should go back to kindergarten to see if they can salvage a bit of their pitiful imagination.”

“…You’re much stronger than you let on. What is your real purpose for coming here?”

The maid’s face was still expressionless, but her voice clearly showed a fluctuation of emotion.

“Guess. Also, do you know what the blue pill means?”

“…Let’s hear it.”

“The popular explanation is, it’s like slapping some self-righteous fool in the face through the screen.”

…

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, this woman is just an ordinary person. If you try to attack me by hurting her, it will only be futile, and an innocent person will die because of you,” Fu Qian said without a warning.

The maid’s mouth moved rapidly.

“Die because of you, huh? Alright, I got it.”

Fu Qian casually responded, his movements never ceasing.

Lift foot, turn around, trample.

The amber blood shattered with a bang.

Fu Qian’s body didn’t pause, shooting out like lightning.

Almost simultaneously, the maid’s body bent like a shrimp, retching a mass of blood and flesh.

The moment the bloody flesh hit the ground, it quickly twisted into a slender rabbit.

This rabbit didn’t have a single hair on its body, its crimson flesh exposed directly.

Even so, its movements were very swift; as soon as it hit the ground, it bolted with a speed that was almost comical.

Fu Qian naturally didn’t let it escape easily and gave chase without hesitation; the distance between them closed rapidly.

Estimating the distance to the rabbit, Fu Qian suddenly raised his hand, his middle finger instantly elongating into a spear, piercing the air.

The skinless rabbit instantly leaped, dodging this piercing strike.

However, before it hit the ground again, a flash of blood light appeared on Fu Qian’s extended middle finger, which grew even longer.

A Scarlet Whip lashed out in mid-air, striking the rabbit’s body, flipping it completely over and sending blood flying.

The rabbit showed an astonishing vitality, flipping over and standing up again after hitting the ground.

Just as it tried to flee once more, it suddenly convulsed, losing its balance.

The mental impairment effect of the Tyrant’s Fist had been activated.

“You… what the hell are you!” exclaimed a voice from within the swollen belly of the rabbit, raspy and filled with intense confusion.

At the same time, its body rapidly twisted, unable to maintain the rabbit’s shape anymore.

“You can call me—an agent,” Fu Qian replied.

Fu Qian stamped down with one foot, giving it no chance to escape.

Amid the spray of flesh and blood, a cry as agonized as a bursting testicle echoed to the heavens.

After doing all this, Fu Qian looked down at the flesh on the ground.

It must have been something like a clone, controlling the woman’s actions by hiding in her belly and setting that trap earlier.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so fragile in the face of the Tyrant’s Fist, nearly breaking apart with a single whip.

As for the true mastermind behind all this, it was still unknown.

In any case, it was good news.

Since stirring the grass to startle the snake, movements from all directions had become increasingly frequent.