Chapter 2670: Chapter 2665: Eight Wicked Women (41)

"Alright."

No matter how strange Professor Fu’s requests might be, Su Gao always answered seriously first.

As for that particular request, she gave a hundred percent guarantee with just a glance.

Although the candle holder’s spikes weren’t particularly sharp, handling this kind of flesh was undeniably too simple for her.

Not to mention it’s a visual operation, so there’s no need to go through the chest-opening process.

"Let’s get started, or I’ll hardly be able to press the accelerator later."

Professor Fu treated such matters as naturally as breathing, directly signaling to proceed.

"...Alright."

At this moment, Su Gao had clearly understood Professor Fu’s worries, realizing that bringing the candle holder was for the current scene.

The significance of this scene wasn’t difficult to guess for a moment.

In the Dark Holy Hall, the first torment Professor Fu endured evidently tangled his body with this world, to "personally" experience the chaos at the world’s foundation.

The candle holder corresponded to the heart’s position.

Although he had left the Dark Holy Hall long ago, this chaos was definitely not the same as "poison."

Because Su Gao was also poisoned, she could use Echo’s ability to help Professor Fu deal with this issue, but the hidden dangers of this "chaotic entanglement" clearly had a high probability of remaining.

Professor Fu was clearly using this method to emphasize his connection with this world, thereby turning disadvantage into advantage, minimizing suspicion of being an "illegal immigrant."

Uh... It indeed isn’t very painful.

With Su Gao’s understanding and support, Professor Fu got what he wanted in the blink of an eye.

Feeling this rare sensation, it wasn’t hard to notice her meticulousness.

Considering her hands were already bloodstained, Su Gao still performed the task very seriously, even helping to hold the wound in place after piercing, ensuring the damage expanded at the slowest speed.

"In a while, I’ll handle the questioning; you just need to answer ’yes’."

Beneath that odd figure, Fu Qian casually instructed while already starting the car, slowly heading towards the checkpoint.

"Okay."

Su Gao indeed cooperated and immediately began doing as Fu Qian instructed.

...

"Hello."

The staff were still professional, their gaze almost entirely following the approaching vehicle.

Or to be precise, Fu Qian and Su Gao’s actions of getting out and back into the car had all been noticed, including small movements inside the car.

But Fu Qian didn’t seem bothered, greeting with a smile as the staff poked their head out.

"Can you move the barricade a bit? I need to go over."

Without waiting for the staff to speak, he openly made a request.

Aren’t you being a bit too arrogant?

The staff still didn’t speak, but their expression somewhat revealed their thoughts.

He had just been informed about laws and regulations, and now there’s a car here, entirely treating himself like he’s not an "outsider."

"Sure, where are you headed?"

But duty must be followed, after all, he didn’t continue to ignore, the staff coldly asked.

"To the Sanctuary."

Fu Qian answered honestly.

"...There’s been a lot of illegal immigrants lately, I need to perform routine checks first."

At that moment, true to the promise, Su Gao didn’t speak up while the staff paused before continuing.

"I know, that’s why I’ve specifically brought a car."

Fu Qian responded by patting the steering wheel, causing Su Gao to adjust her actions to avoid affecting the wound.

Understood... Bringing a car makes it easier for me to be checked, right?

His actions somewhat sparked irritation, but after a moment of confusion, the staff finally grasped the logic.

The consequence is that arrogance becomes ever more exasperating, but—

As they truly scrutinized the driver closely, their gaze inevitably became momentarily dull.

...

The downside of not checking identification surfaces now, subjective feelings are always prone to being swayed by various things.

As someone challenging the staff, observing their reactions, Fu Qian scoffed inwardly, enumerating the drawbacks of such lax systems.

The recognition mechanism here was undoubtedly irrational, to some extent akin to rules-based horror tales, far from being misled by just comforting words.

To pass this checkpoint and reach the possible Sea of Souls, following the rules and leveraging mechanisms were the only options.

From Su Gao’s earlier reactions, it was clear she’d understood the intentions behind his actions.

The candle holder was indeed purposefully carried away from the Dark Holy Hall for this very scene.

Although it seemed the ladies’ enthusiastic help wasted significant time on this journey.

With much circling around, they returned here only after a considerable detour.

But as mentioned before, without this experience, passing the checkpoint likely wouldn’t have been possible.

As for benefits from the time in the Dark Holy Hall, numerous insights easily summarize—

For instance, pondering the essence of the task, the true intentions of the ladies, Lord Stomach and possible connections with this place...

Apart from these, one thing was equally valuable in Fu Qian’s view, the "torment of Nepheli."

As theoretically a chosen ally, her atypical worldview seemingly wasn’t heavily impacted by the ideological stamp, and her desire to save wasn’t urgent.

But it was precisely this playful mindset that introduced something equally transcendent, revealing an opportunity for Fu Qian to contaminate his outsider identity.

From this angle, selecting the guest list was quite meticulous, too.

If the warehouse believed the task could be completed, then factors capable of aiding in passing the checkpoint must exist.

For instance, those with the worst attitude might be pivotal, Nepheli wasn’t here in vain.

Of course, it’s vital to realize this point, a crucial aspect of the Dark Holy Hall’s journey and a key takeaway.

"You...seem really odd."

It really proved effective as the staff’s eyes moved again, nearly allowing one to sense the inner chaos.

"What’s odd?"

Always oblivious to the concept of guilt, Fu Qian immediately grew curious about his words.

"...You look like you’re about to die."

Regrettably, the staff hesitated, clearly didn’t express their true feelings, only mentioning Fu Qian’s life signs issue.

"What’s odd about that? I’m indeed about to die."

Fu Qian couldn’t hide his disappointment, candidly admitting his health status.

"There’s no rule against dying while driving, it’s not like I’ve been drinking, right?"

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