Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2650: Chapter 2645: Eight Wicked Women (21)

As expected, it’s still about the tech; Lady Nepheli volunteered because she has the confidence.

From the very beginning, Fu Qian didn’t think the other party was here to showcase torture techniques.

After all, she was a well-known figure in both the black and white world, taking pride in such trivial tricks would be too degrading.

Now, Nepheli has confirmed this by going for the heavy stuff, directly conducting a deep-level contamination.

Not only was she self-grafted, but the target of the grafting was this mysterious Dark Sanctuary.

And this is just the beginning; once the depth increases, it’s hard to say what the mental state of the participants will become.

Anyone temporarily lurking, hoping to rescue Professor Fu at the right moment, obviously needs to consider whether there will be another chance later.

Fu Qian casually touched himself, confirming this time it seemed to be his stomach.

This organ, already adept at transformation, was stretching into a strange shape as the abdominal cavity was being torn apart.

See, this is why you shouldn’t randomly give people nicknames, the retribution has come, hasn’t it?

And in the face of such changes, Fu Qian’s first response was the importance of moral education.

Previously, because of his physical appearance, he’s often called Lord Stomach, and now it’s his turn.

And this really does seem like Lord Stomach’s sanctuary, present karma at its finest.

While contemplating, Fu Qian had already determined the position of the stomach in the sanctuary, right at the long table before him.

The wine that had just splashed out was not wasted, it was seeping into the stomach.

There’s reason to suspect that over time, each of his organs will find a symbolic representation here.

Speaking of which, does this literally count as a "Temple of the Five Viscera"?

...

At that time, it seemed like a normal experience, many experiences require the right time, place, and people, and are very rare.

For instance, how many people have the opportunity to see their heart illuminate their own hand, and then leave a shadow on their stomach?

The situation seemed bleak, but it didn’t affect Professor Fu’s intoxication with the novelty of the experience, sparking numerous associations.

"You even seem to enjoy it?"

Others may find it hard to empathize, but Lady Nepheli, coming from a research background, seemed particularly sensitive to this spirit.

After standing back and observing a bit, she didn’t hide her surprise.

"Is it that obvious?"

Reflecting on roots, Fu Qian temporarily looked up at the prime torturer.

Nonsense, my heart is almost being squeezed into juice by you.

However, the impact of these words affected more than just Nepheli.

Looking around briefly, at least half of them were frowning at Fu Qian’s actions.

Everyone here was perceptive, they could distinguish between torture and flirting.

The methods applied to this only woman and the only person with a normal human physique, even if not fully understood, didn’t hinder them from feeling the fear within.

Indeed, it was far more vicious than simple physical agony, as the first volunteer, it was hard to fault her.

The bizarre scene was mainly because the participant was too twisted.

Putting aside all invisible elements, how many people can portray being enamored with their own exposed heart so vividly?

"Very obvious."

Even Lisa, who had been a spectator for quite some time, picked up the conversation line, chiming in.

"Just finding joy in adversity, isn’t that how life is?"

This brought a hearty laugh from Professor Fu.

Looking down again at himself, Fu Qian shook his head indicating that he was indeed in pain, cautioning not to wrong Lady Nepheli, and even took the opportunity to offer some guidance to young researchers.

"But judging by your rush, who’s next?"

...

So are they really that eager?

Professor Fu’s kindness was indeed touching, but the crowd seemed somewhat taken aback.

What was supposed to be a torture showdown turned into the victim urging it on?

This is the mindset of dark researchers? It would make one believe that knowledge indeed carries a curse.

"Glad to be of service."

Moreover, Nepheli appeared somewhat ambivalent.

The proud methods achieved such an effect; her face showed no disappointment, even brimming with confidence as she looked towards Wen Li for recognition after Fu Qian’s "vindication."

"You’ve worked hard — So, who do you wish to be next?"

Miss Wen would never lose etiquette, calmly acknowledging the hardship, and the next sentence was directed at Fu Qian.

Indeed, Lady Nepheli performed so well, the remaining individuals might not have the courage to step forward.

At this time, trying to let the victim designate someone seemed like a wise choice.

After all, whoever the victim eventually selects carries profound meanings to be explored.

A bit sudden, but Fu Qian expressed considerable understanding regarding Wen Li’s choice.

"Let me think."

And in the next moment, standing with his weary body, his gaze swept across the faces of the crowd one by one.

...

Everyone’s intentions seemed somewhat ambiguous.

Of course, they weren’t idle enough to accompany a child with games.

From others’ perspectives, the situation simply evolved according to Miss Liushuang’s earlier explanation.

Everyone held their thoughts, everyone’s innocence was hard to prove, everyone seemed to want to leave... and then working together to find a way.

But for Fu Qian, this process was never about passively being a tool.

On one hand, the current goal is rather clear; looks like there’s no need for a rescue, according to Wen Li’s original plan, reaching the sanctuary safely is enough.

On the other hand, the initial question about why all participants were familiar females seemed to warrant further exploration.

Since it seems like the process of completing the first step of his task was surviving amidst their schemes and games, they were the actual threat.

Hence, observing how everyone worked together, each person’s performance in the process was equally meaningful for Fu Qian.

Lady Nepheli’s performance was indeed excellent; as for who should be next—

As he circled back to the second lap of his gaze, Fu Qian’s eyes finally stopped on the face of the driver of the shared ride.

"Please."

Resisting the urge to say "Change the cast," he courteously invited Chief Yuan to step up.

Not only did he appear familiar with the place, but Chief Yuan was also the driver Wen Li chose long ago, hinting at a special agreement.

Faced with this situation, how this identity role would choose to operate holds significant reference value too.

This...

Although this personally designated second torturer was similarly unexpected.

"No problem."

Fortunately, Chief Yuan was always a gentleman; after a momentary blank look, within just a breath, he prepared himself mentally, even rubbing his hands.