Chapter 2092: Chapter 2087: Things Remain, People Change

Isn’t the aggressiveness a bit too strong?

Even in a game, shouldn’t there be a bit of reaction time, like first smelling the presence of a living being?

Fu Qian, of course, knew what was attacking him—those plants crawling everywhere as fine as hair—even literally hair.

One of the classic features of the "Furnace" is that there’s really no real plant life.

The environment inside is entirely composed of various abstract conceptual entities.

For example, finger-like fingers, a centipede made of skulls biting one another, and nutritional essence blood tofu.

In short, creatures that die here will quickly be decomposed, assembled based on similar concepts, and even reborn—the true grand furnace of life.

And now, it seems these newly formed conceptual beings are even more hostile to him, the foreign intruder, compared to before.

Crack—

Fortunately, he was no different.

At a certain moment, he came to a sudden halt and kicked out, landing right on a sphere the size of a water tank.

Like tumbleweed, it rolled through the mist, emerging from the crowded, Spring Festival-like buildings.

Even the inside was densely interconnected.

But upon closer inspection, those straw-like structures were too white and orderly.

They were indeed curved ribs, pieced together according to a special order.

When they collided, their rapid spinning made the edges as sharp as saws, and some ribs even opened to embrace him, fully intending to show what it meant to be welcomed by the collective.

But such enthusiasm was ultimately cruelly rejected.

One kick from the peak Fourth Phase was enough to send flying what could create twenty Eves.

The dented sphere was kicked back the way it came.

Tap, tap, tap—

And it wasn’t over yet; almost as soon as he retracted his foot, Fu Qian raised his right hand, flicking five fingers in succession, producing a crisp rhythm on five bald skulls.

As mentioned earlier, these things were highly aggressive, even learning to attack from front and back, with a skull centipede quietly appearing behind him.

Unfortunately, five sleek flicks on the skulls plunged it into deep thought on the spot.

...

Hmm... becoming more and more familiar.

Though not small in area, a professional’s memory is equally good.

Having slaughtered back and forth several times, with just a short distance, Fu Qian discovered routes that seemed familiar, even confirming the location once occupied by Mr. Feng Yunhong.

Of course, in this process, it was inevitable that some influence was exerted on the native inhabitants.

Considering the theme of revisiting old haunts, Fu Qian didn’t adopt a high-speed train-like approach, but rather moved steadily along.

The result was a trail of scattered limbs behind him.

Today, these entities seem quite mad, with an exaggerated desire to attack.

Of course, it’s not without benefits, like further enriching the biological records here, offering fresh perspectives.

Besides that, it also helped manifest the heroic spirit of facing danger unafraid, trapped in a perilous situation.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian took the last step, standing with hands behind his back, looking down from above.

Then he saw the crowded buildings finally forming a gap beneath his feet, recessing into a deep pit.

No doubt, he’d reached the central area of the Furnace.

The pit’s center was the Blood Pool, where Mr. Feng Sr. once struck a pose.

Sadly, as mentioned earlier, things have changed, and the heroic image holding the halberd is no longer visible—ding!

A clear collision sounded at his side, and with a casual flick, Fu Qian met an attack from behind with his palm.

Occurrences like this were countless on his way here, but this time, the crispness of the sound was unusual, unlike organic material.

Clang!

With another sound, Fu Qian even directly grabbed the attacking weapon—

Indeed, it was none other than Mr. Feng Sr.’s long halberd.

...

Remarkable how thoughts can bring forth something interesting instantly.

But ultimately, it again affirmed that things have changed.

The attacker clearly didn’t want to relinquish his weapon, and as Fu Qian inspected it, he finally turned around.

Slightly overweight, average appearance, with slightly thinning hair.

Of course, not Mr. Feng Sr., yet the much younger face and demeanor were somehow familiar.

Let me think—Zhao Ran?

Studying the wary face, Fu Qian searched his memory and finally recollected a name.

Yes, it was indeed Assassin Brother, an acquaintance from fleeting encounters.

In those days, Miss Liushuang in the team was always under the watchful eyes of malice.

To bait and switch, even the person before him appeared to exert pressure, forcing Fu Qian to send a signal to draw Li Weixuan away.

However, the knowledge of this person’s name didn’t come from any candid words exchanged; it was from a summary in a warehouse.

Of course, those were incidents from the first mission, ultimately concluding with Assassin Brother’s kidney being taken.

Fu Qian later even tested the properties of this place on his corpse, so there was no real animosity.

Throughout the true history of mission completion, he’d never actually met this person.

And a consequence of this is that Assassin Brother didn’t get to bask in the light of Miss Liushuang, highly likely staying in this place.

The situation in front of him could be seen as evidence of that.

At the same time, it also once again demonstrated Mr. Feng Yunhong’s mediocrity.

It’s worth remembering that the Assassin Brother once fought against his Sixth Phase self without any significant advantage.

Yet now, according to the radar’s estimate, he should be slightly superior to Mr. Feng Sr. of those days.

Indeed, to achieve real skills, one must endure loneliness.

Back then, Fu Qian almost dealt with all persistent souls, unlike Mr. Feng Sr.; Assassin Brother likely didn’t even have anyone to talk to.

"You... are?"

The next moment, the person subtly confirmed this, grasping the long halberd tightly, speaking with an edge of awkwardness.

Additionally, as the murderous intent subsided, Assassin Zhao Ran fixed his gaze on Fu Qian, his brows furrowed.

"Who are you?"

Fu Qian, of course, understood where the confusion came from; never having seen the other doesn’t mean the other hadn’t seen him.

Given the situation during the first mission, Assassin Brother was probably tailing the team, observing, so recognizing his face wasn’t surprising.

"I’ve never seen you."

But this didn’t stop Fu Qian from speaking truthfully.

Shush—

However, the other did not respond to doubt.

Faced with Fu Qian’s retort, Assassin Brother even released one hand, made a silence gesture, and watched the surroundings vigilantly.

"Don’t make a sound, they’re watching us."

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