Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2657: Chapter 2652: The Eight Evil Women (28)

The truth came unexpectedly.

Originally, Wen Li and her group were making cautious progress, relying on extremely limited information and very scarce time resources to grit their teeth and find the way forward.

Though difficult, it was considered a normal development, and even the reactions of everyone involved were commendable.

Yet, amidst the heated moment, they unexpectedly unearthed a spoiler master.

Su Zhiyan didn’t even blink, directly giving the final answer, which seemed to be quite a pessimistic one - the culprit was Professor Lisa, but what she did was nearly unsolvable.

"Looks like I can save some energy."

A spoiler that ends in tragedy is undoubtedly a blow that the average person can hardly bear.

Fortunately, Miss Wen displayed the demeanor of a great general, only showing a blank expression for two seconds before resuming her ability to communicate, even dismissing the Mythical Form in her hand.

"I don’t want to ask for the reasons, just tell me the way to lift it."

She coldly stared at Professor Lisa, seemingly already having a next step in mind.

It was evident that rationality remained; to appear anguished and ask "why" at this moment would be utterly pointless besides wasting time.

With Su Gao’s help, they managed to pin down this suspect, and no one truly believed that a few random words from the other side could distinguish truth from falsehood.

Moreover, this question was clearly what most people were concerned about.

"Unfortunately, there is no way."

However, Professor Lisa chuckled, directly confirming Su Gao’s statement.

"As you just heard her say, I merely induced certain things, and the subsequent developments were completely beyond my control, even leading to my own contamination."

She made a door-opening gesture, seemingly helping everyone recall the previous scene.

"Or do you think I was pretending not to be able to open the door before?"

...

She was also affected, at least that much was true.

Professor Lisa’s response was so passive, even the atmosphere within the Sanctuary was infected.

Yet the answer was difficult to argue against, especially the core point that Lisa herself was indeed affected.

Otherwise, in such a small place with so many eyes here, anything unusual would have been detected long ago.

"If that’s the case, it seems I can only apologize, because even if the probability isn’t that high, I must attempt, in near-death circumstances, to see if you remember anything."

Although things were looking grim, life had to go on.

Wen Li merely sighed, and the Mythical Form reappeared in her hand, her threats also unmasked.

"I understand, as it should be."

Lisa seemed straightforward, admitting she had long been mentally prepared to be cut down.

Moreover, regarding Wen Li’s methods, she clearly didn’t dare to underestimate them, subtly preparing to act, as evidenced by her casual adjustment of the scarf around her neck.

"She cannot die."

At the critical moment, it was Su Gao’s voice that continued to resonate, suddenly pressing pause.

"...Why?"

Even Yuan Shan couldn’t hold it in this time, unable to comprehend this sudden mercy.

Wen Li, long wanting to take charge, personally applied pressure, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

The other onlookers clearly welcomed the development.

"Because I won’t let her die."

Unfortunately, Su Gao’s response was still so concise, leaving no room for reason or negotiation.

...

It was clear that at that moment, it wasn’t without reason that everyone felt an impulse to rush forward.

No matter how strong the aura, it shouldn’t be overbearing, should it?

Refusing to elaborate and allowing no questions, did it mean they were to suffocate here alive?

Even with Wen Li’s continued support, this loosely tied community of interests was on the verge of collapsing, but there was hope for some organizational role to be played.

Wen Li, too, seemed to be seriously considering it, as the Mythical Form had already spread to her entire arm—whoosh!

Just then, a slight noise, a chain on the other arm, was casually tugged by someone.

Cough, cough...

Caught at a delicate moment, it effortlessly drew everyone’s attention; Fu Qian cleared his throat.

Wen Li, apparently conceding face, made no move to restrict speech.

It wasn’t an intentional challenge to the limits, just that the current state was indeed a bit poor.

No matter how resilient the will, ordinary people’s frail bodies have limits, and the strength in his entire body was barely enough to support him standing, so naturally, he conserved energy wherever possible.

There was also a bit of good news—hey! Hey, hey!

Having cleared his throat, Fu Qian seemed to realize something and tested his voice extra.

Sure enough, besides the sound squeezed from his throat, there was resonance within the Sanctuary, higher up, in a small niche.

As to why it was so—not at all surprising.

From earlier on, apart from the lively discussions, Fu Qian’s aura was becoming more vibrant.

Besides the heart and stomach, the most noticeable was his neck, resembling gill slits in structure, and the texture was extraordinary to the touch.

His throat, continuously maneuvered by Wen Li, had found resonance within the Sanctuary.

...

This outdid any chest or head resonance with its dominance.

The crowd, drawn in by the sound, clearly had no idea what Fu Qian was thinking at that moment.

"So, does that barrier have anything to do with you?"

As for whether he had discerned anything, it was impossible; he was composed as he broached the main topic while experiencing that unique sound effect.

The audience didn’t mind being overlooked, all turning their attention to Lisa, whom he was questioning.

A fair question, indeed quite crucial.

Lacking the means to use life as leverage, it seemed a slow, strategic approach was the only option.

If they could confirm anything in this regard, it’d be decent progress.

"It seems... you can’t wait?"

Lisa, while observing Fu Qian, didn’t ignore him.

Mildly frowning, she seemed not to understand why he was so eager.

Of course, that’s my goal, my mission.

Fu Qian only thought to himself.

Lisa’s oddness wasn’t unexpected; she had overheard the group’s discussions earlier, aware she was being escorted through the barrier to the Sanctuary.

With the barrier sealed under such circumstances, and a group locked inside, how could confronting it be disadvantageous to her, yet he dared ask where the path lay?

"Indeed, I’m very interested in that real Sanctuary."

But Fu Qian proved it was a mundane thought, unpretentiously admitting despite his battered body.

"...Regrettably, it was already like that when I arrived."

Whether Professor Lisa believed him was doubtful; after a long, meaningful gaze at Fu Qian, she sighed apologetically.