Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2645: Chapter 2640: Eight Wicked Women (16)

Perhaps it’s not the sharpest mind, sometimes a bit rigid in judgment, but the warehouse overall is pragmatically oriented. Restrictions are usually there for a reason.

After ascending to the Mechanical Abandoned Prison King, theoretically the first purely mortal mission, Fu Qian was curious about its cause from the start.

Unfortunately, it’s still not easy to determine so far, and even if determined, it’s not easy to share.

"Sorry, this has to be confidential. Anyway, maybe this form is simply more convenient to come here."

But it came from Chief Yuan’s concern, so he couldn’t just ignore it, and he responded with a smile, speaking honestly.

"I see... true to form for you."

However, the influence of the academic leader was evident at this moment. Even such a casual remark seemed to provoke numerous interpretations.

After gazing for a moment, Yuan Shan nodded as if she fathomed a possible script and was astounded by its contents.

"To hide in this manner really is hard to find, I even suspect that walking into the turbulence in this state might remain unaffected, unfortunately—"

The next moment she turned to Wen Li, appearing to marvel at how one thing could subdue another.

"Yet someone has found a way to lock onto you, although until now, I still don’t know how she did it..."

The meaning was clear, she no longer interpreted the Transcendent as Fu Qian’s means of hiding.

To avoid detection to the greatest extent, he not only hid in this special place but also resorted to special means to forcibly seal his transcendence, transforming into something different from those around him.

Unfortunately, he’s still discovered by the incredible Hunter Wen Li and tracked down to become a captive.

Even being handcuffed together seemed necessary, for a slight lapse could lead to an escape by exploiting the environment.

"Sorry, this has to be confidential."

Facing Yuan Shan’s praise and gaze, Wen Li surprisingly chose the same response as Fu Qian, refusing to reveal her secret.

"Besides, you seem to be in good condition, you probably don’t need my help to alleviate."

Then she turned to Fu Qian, praising his performance.

...

Actually, alleviating a bit would be fine.

This is the downside of having too strong a stress tolerance. Wen Li was naturally amazed since Fu Qian had been through two disputes on the stage already and could still communicate normally, performing astonishingly.

But with his current physique, it was evidently not easy to eliminate the remnants of battle.

Fu Qian slightly calculated and confirmed that he would be forced to endure torture for quite some time.

Unfortunately, Wen Li’s demeanor was firm, already turning her head away, implicitly suggesting she just wanted an excuse.

"So can we take off the mask now?"

But toward the surrendered Lady No.7, Wen Li’s demand was very persistent, not easily letting her go.

"Heh... since you want to see it that much."

Fortunately, the latter seemed prepared, not surprised by the demand. Instead, she let out a deep chuckle at that moment.

Without prolonging the suspense, Lady No.7 already pulled off the heavy mask the next moment.

...

If that were the individual’s conditions, it seems reasonable to wear a mask to cover up.

Though Wen Li earned the victory, at that moment, all eyes were clearly drawn to it.

As the mask was pulled off, the appearance beneath indeed successfully caused a silent impact.

It proved that the unveiled eyes were indeed the only part that could be revealed.

Like applying eye makeup with a mask on, Lady No.7 went a step further, with the rest of the face seeming to say it was long enough.

As if soaked in acid and then dried, there was almost no patch of normal skin, including the shape of the mouth and nose being ghastly.

Of course, it’s merely a metaphor; it’s evident this thing isn’t a typical external injury but stems from some yet-to-be-cleared curse.

Otherwise, for a Transcendent, even if they don’t possess flesh abilities, finding a way to do some repairs shouldn’t be so hard.

Moreover, even like this, it could still be seen that there originally was a sharp chin.

"Sorry, I also hesitate to let others see this look."

Publicly revealing her true face, Lady No.7 even apologized to everyone at that moment.

"It’s understandable."

Faced with such a scene, Wen Li, who forced her to do so, sounded notably more gentle.

"Remove that thing as well."

Unfortunately, it was merely seeming so, showing that this mission allowed no mistakes. The next moment she raised a finger, indicating Lady No.7’s head.

"...As you wish."

The latter appeared a little stunned but hesitated even less this time. While speaking, she already reached to remove the oddly shaped crown.

...

Understood, so it’s the Seborrhea Curse.

Lady No.7 being so frank, Fu Qian naturally didn’t hold back.

And staring at the smooth head the next moment, he seemed to understand what the earlier curse was about.

The seemingly smallish skull, utterly bald.

Apart from the skin having a similar texture to the face, some parts even clearly revealed glimpses of the skull.

Of course, mentioning seborrhea was a joke, viewers could only agree the previous appearance was more justified upon seeing such a sight that moved them to tears.

"I apologize."

Finally satisfied, Wen Li didn’t continue pressing and even nodded slightly in apology.

Unfortunately, Lady No.7 did seem offended, responding merely with a ghastly smile as she slowly put the crown and mask back on.

"...Should I take mine off too?"

Wen Li seemed indifferent to such a minor reaction, shifting her gaze to the distant corner the next moment.

And in that observed corner, another masked figure spontaneously asked, clearly revealing such to be Miss Liushuang’s voice.

"No need."

Though proactive and cooperative, seemingly gleaming from the benefit of sharing the spotlight with Lady No.7, Wen Li thought briefly and did not require her to reveal her true face.

"Let me see your sword."

However, Wen Li didn’t let her off that easily, her gaze continued onto the weapon placed beside Miss Liushuang, indicating she wanted to take a look.

"...No problem."

The latter remained affable, only pausing for a few seconds before directly picking up the sword, even stepping forward to hand it over.

"Indeed, very special."

Wen Li didn’t hold back, gently caressing the sheath, immediately offering her assessment.

And it was easy to see she wasn’t being polite. In stark contrast to the exquisite handle, the entirely pitch-black sheath wasn’t even close to being described as orderly; it was very crude.

So even the Sword in the Stone was brought along? Miss Liushuang has worked hard.