Chapter 2224: Chapter 2219: King of the Torn Asunder (9)

So the Night Watchman appeared here, not because he detected any unlawful actions from the Native Council, but to pay homage to the Lonely King?

At that moment, Fu Qian remained still, allowing the "leech" on his body to suck.

I must say, this is indeed a beautifully executed response.

Since your behavior is unfathomable to the point of being inhuman, showing no concern for the mutation on your body or the intimidation from the Night Watchman, I might as well help you pick up the pace.

Let’s see if you’re truly unafraid and perhaps even use you as a tool.

Fu Qian expressed profound understanding of the thoughts behind these changes.

Needle Witch truly has many tricks up her sleeve; such skillful maneuvers are a masterful use of the resources at hand.

But the strength of a direct strategy lies here; even with such clever handling, it does not mean there’s no cost or that nothing is exposed.

He still managed to gain something.

First, it’s very simple; over there is indeed Needle Witch, and the rag doll here is indeed probing.

Secondly, this visit by the Night Watchman seems more subdued than usual, not rushing to take drastic action.

Lastly, they seem to be interested in the "Lonely King" as well.

So what could their purpose be?

In the silent exchange, Fu Qian was instantly intrigued, even pondering what role the Native Council plays in all this.

Whoosh——

But in this grand and fervent Lonely King’s Palace, quiet contemplation is clearly rare.

As Fu Qian exchanged glances with the shy rag doll, a peculiar sound had already arisen, audibly coming from outside the door.

As for why it’s described as peculiar, it’s hard to discern whether it was vocal cords rubbing or nails scratching glass — nails scratching vocal cords?

While Fu Qian assessed, the source of the sound already circled around from the open door.

The figure that appeared was quite striking.

...

Compared with Brother Leech earlier, this individual is clearly much more flamboyant.

Not only was there no hood or such, but he wore a sleeveless short shirt on his upper body, tightly clinging, making one worry it might snap open the next moment.

And his physique seemed to support this confidence; compared to Brother Leech’s skeletal frame, the flesh beneath the short shirt appeared unusually full, with only the word "robust" apt to describe it.

But this wasn’t the main point; the most striking feature was the person’s neck.

No need for perception, Fu Qian expressed he could clearly see blood vessels, the airway, and even bones.

The flesh wrapping them was stripped quite cleanly, with even the upper and lower boundaries sharply defined, akin to a deliberate incision.

Yet it wasn’t entirely unguarded; the exposed structures seemed coated with a white powder, and its strength appeared quite high.

The strange sound just now was made as the person traced a finger over the trachea, and the powder showed no signs of flaking off.

Moreover, the sound seemed to bring him innermost joy, as if bringing him closer to a great being.

The problem was, he was also drawing near here.

Clearly not merely passing by, this building was his destination.

"Quickly!"

He wasn’t alone.

Upon spotting Fu Qian seated there, the newcomer turned head and growled lowly, evidently urging.

Hmm——

And after the growl, whatever he saw seemed finally to register in his mind, as he turned back to stare.

"Please come in."

Fu Qian neither ignored nor stood up, merely nodding slightly as a gesture.

...

Three people, the old leading the new?

No response came; the newcomer just stood there, eyeballs darting around so wildly that one wondered if focus could be achieved.

Fu Qian wasn’t critical, knowing from prior behavior that this individual’s internal systems were likely quite chaotic.

Apparently not just one seemingly chaotic.

In the midst of this silence, the person urged before has appeared, with two more heads behind the newcomer.

One head bore a strong resemblance to his, normal human features, female, with a meticulously hollowed and powdered neck—

In truth, it seemed somewhat misunderstood; the white on the neck appeared not a result of cosmetic application, but naturally grown.

Then came the last, a shorter individual seemingly younger than the other two.

His most distinct difference was an indecent neck, with skin seemingly intact.

At the same time, on the outer skin, it was visible, akin to frosted persimmon, with powdered texture matching that of the other two.

Fu Qian was fairly certain the substance really rose from within like persimmon frost.

Moreover, it seemed clear this group was here for a purpose.

While assessing the trio’s appearances, Fu Qian also noticed what the female held.

It was a uniquely shaped knife, slender, sharp, one end resembling a small peach shape, easily reminding one of a tool named ’pig-castrating knife,’ and their necks’ distinct boundaries.

Would this newcomer undergo the same fate? Hence visiting this place where dreams began?

With his powerful empathy skills, Fu Qian easily deduced the possible intentions of the squad ahead, realizing he was rather an obstacle.

Self-awareness aside, Fu Qian was not genuinely preparing to be proactive and offer his spot.

...

Facts proved human adaptability is indeed endless.

Six wandering eyeballs clearly noticed Fu Qian seated within.

And as the male officer’s thoughts resumed operations, he simply continued leading the squad, walking straight in.

During this, neither was there a response to Fu Qian’s greeting, nor any expressions of aversion or eviction, directly treating the place as nothingness, disregarded.

In light of their mental states, this psychological invisibility seemed rational.

"Here."

While Fu Qian assessed, the male officer had already beckoned the newcomer to sit cross-legged on the floor.

In contrast, the latter’s reaction was distinctly more human, following directions while even glancing over here.

Yet as he adhered to instructions, some desire seemed rapidly triggered, soon the newcomer was sitting upright, less than two meters away.

Was it truly as thought, aiding the newcomer’s transformation?

Clearly a good vantage for observation, Fu Qian watched unapologetically.

From this angle, he discovers the newcomer’s neck isn’t merely like frost.

The surface skin seemed to have become brittle, creaking from internal structure pressures.

Crack——

Next, a louder sound occurred; the dynamic male officer had already swiftly wielded his knife, helping to sever this mortal bind.

The flesh indeed cracked like eggshells, crumbling.

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