Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1853: Chapter 1848: Seedbed of Implements (Part 3)

So it really is a general amnesty.

Fu Qian naturally wouldn’t make any pointless moves, even though amidst the cold warning, another silent presence also stood behind him.

The aim was the same: to help release the bond, whereas theoretically, the role he was playing right now was someone virtually blind and greatly limited in perception.

Having someone approach from behind naturally warranted vigilance, so that impolite warning was entirely understandable.

As for the astonished exclamation about "actually two of them," it was not surprising either.

Just like with these things on his body, the material of this cage was also somewhat special.

Outside, one might hear the conversation of the two, but lacking sensory aids, and given the rare double room configuration, it might be assumed that someone was just talking to themselves in a case of schizophrenia.

Speaking of which, the warehouse identity arrangements felt increasingly perfunctory.

Fu Qian was quite certain that this mission started entirely with his true appearance, with no signs of any aliases—simply new baggy clothing.

Moreover, there was no identity set up, not even a single cell arranged, directly having him share a cell with someone else.

Judging by his cellmate’s reactions during their previous conversation, his will didn’t bear many traces of Fu Qian’s origins, and upon recollection, began to harbor suspicion.

"You can stand up now, but the thing on your head will be a bit troublesome."

Amidst his thoughts, a prompt came from behind, a calm and efficient female voice.

"Alright."

There was even a hint of humility.

As the words dropped, the sting on his neck intensified, then abruptly his head breathed freely, the tightly fitting metal contraption split and lowered.

...

Even faster than the opposite side.

"Thank you."

He expressed gratitude without immediately turning around, Fu Qian blinked, gazing at the long-talking roommate in his field of vision.

From this angle, the helmet and armor design appeared even more peculiar.

Bright silver, equally round and heavy, and actually so cumbersome it didn’t seem suitable for combat wear,

paired with those gray prison overalls, one could easily imagine that sitting figure being a nerd with poor weight management.

The thorns of the same material at the neck formed a strange contrast, quite sinister.

However, the feeling lasted only briefly, then all those things successively tumbled to the floor, releasing a heavy sound as the hefty fellow revealed himself as a middle-aged man.

His cellmate brother, who had imparted so much life experience, indeed looked his voice—a man around forty, with a slightly balding crown.

Unfortunately, suddenly employing his eyes again, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it, and the light of wisdom didn’t quite consolidate.

"You guys..."

Even so, he was still eager to verify the rescuers’ identities.

Which wasn’t hard to confirm.

The fellow standing behind him was almost a head taller and had maintained their physique far better.

Though still discernibly somewhat younger.

Fu Qian didn’t recognize this face, but the opponent’s clothing was too recognizable.

Gray, oversized, looked sturdy.

Clearly, this wasn’t a prison guard coming to take someone out for exercise, but a fellow prisoner trapped here.

"What happened?"

Being an old hand in the worldly society, his cellmate brother still instantly caught on despite the cold new arrivals saying nothing, growing tense at once.

"Something quite troublesome, but you seem to be relatively lucky."

The latter finally spoke up, but only glanced at him briefly while speaking, eyes soon pivoting this way.

"You... how could you..."

Noticing this action, the cellmate brother recalled the suspicious subject from earlier conversations, whipping his head around, and the next moment was further astonished.

"Why wouldn’t I?"

A low, hoarse laugh, as Fu Qian spoke again, his voice was full of an alternative elderly tone.

"Using this voice, how else could I absorb so much wisdom?"

...

Wandering this worldly society is about making a name.

Thus, not changing names in movement or sitting, while chatting just now, Fu Qian had already molded himself into Old Master Lu’s look.

His voice adjusted to match.

Both the task introduction and his cellmate brother’s information unequivocally stated this was Siren’s domain.

Dealing with such top-tier organizations should naturally involve a top-tier organization like Rebirth Club.

No matter what mysterious phenomenon occurred in this Undersea Prison, this time my Rebirth Club’s masterminds must manifest.

Preventing worldly heroes from remaining as ignorant as the few before us.

"Alright, save the chat for later; you’re probably not that idle right now."

The next moment, the voice from behind rang again, a cold reminder from the lady who had freed Fu Qian.

Evidently, without directly stating his identity, none among the three closely associated Old Master Lu’s signature appearance.

"What on earth happened?"

Without a doubt drawn by this sentence, his cellmate brother no longer concerned himself with earlier matters, peering between the two new arrivals.

"There is..."

The next moment he noticed something strange, incredulously extended a hand to touch the wall.

Thick white frost visibly condensed at a rapid pace, enveloping every corner of the room.

Clearly, the source was the direction of the door.

As the two entered, they seemingly brought with them a mobile polar chill.

Yet this was not the main point.

"Why don’t I... feel cold?"

Muttering to himself, the cellmate brother instinctively glanced at his body, yet hesitated as he withdrew his hand.

"Exactly, something’s wrong with you."

But the luck he held onto was unmercifully crushed the next instant.

The rescuer yanked his right sleeve up, compelling reality upon him.

His comparatively burly arm was spider-webbed with dark red patterns rapidly emerging, wriggling subtly with each breath.

"Crimson Frenzy."

The woman behind Fu Qian chimed in at this point.

"Without knowing why, or by whom, the curse has disseminated throughout the prison. It seems you are relatively fortunate, affected slightly later than others."

While speaking, she also rolled up a sleeve, showcasing how her arm’s markings were far more vivid than theirs.

Almost simultaneously doing the same, Fu Qian compared the arms and nodded, confirming her assertion.

"Alright, it’s time to head out. There are still people waiting for us outside."

The rescue personnel were already urging for departure the next moment.