Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 644: Chapter 644 Old Path (Part 2)_1 Chapter 644: Chapter 644 Old Path (Part 2)_1 In the darkness, a person’s hearing becomes much more sensitive.

So it was that this abrupt sentence, every word crystal clear, entered Fu Qian’s ears.

Alive, female.

Amidst this very fitting statement, Fu Qian didn’t ponder the imminent danger too much but quickly made a judgment based on the limited information.

Although the speaker was lowering their voice, one could still tell that the person was quite young.

After some thought, Fu Qian chose not to respond at all.

“Now, the execution begins!”

The voice outside waited a moment, but receiving no response from Fu Qian, finally spoke again.

As soon as the voice stopped, Fu Qian heard a grating sound that made his teeth chatter.

It was like someone tugging on a hinge, squeezing a spike.

Fu Qian still made no noise, letting the other person proceed.

After a moment, the spikes pressing against his skin didn’t actually penetrate.

“Are you okay, Fu Qian? Do you need me to open it for you?”

This time, just a few seconds passed before the voice came again from outside.

But this time, the commanding tone was gone, and it even sounded a bit frantic.

Just as I thought!

Fu Qian blinked, confirming his suspicion.

This wasn’t the moment of a group’s annihilation or a slaughtering time; the threatening scene was just a joke.

Most likely, he had discovered the Iron Maiden out of curiosity and had climbed in voluntarily.

As for the person outside, they were either a companion who had noticed his actions and followed him to set the mood,

or they were someone he’d called over to assist.
At this moment, faced with Fu Qian’s continued silence, the person outside was obviously getting restless, their movements suddenly grew louder, clearly trying to open the door.

Fu Qian still said nothing.

Finally, the breathing outside, which was becoming labored, was accompanied by a beam of light that finally crept in.

Fu Qian’s first reaction was to look around the interior with the help of the light.

Narrow at the top, wider at the bottom, and studded with spikes—it was indeed the notorious torture device from legends.

Besides, both the spikes and the floor were very clean, suggesting that this object had likely never been used.

It was probably collected or replicated simply as a hobby.

While contemplating, the gap in front of him had already been pulled open wide enough to fit a hand, and a face peeked through impatiently yet cautiously.

Quite young, with delicate and soft features, no excessive makeup, just a faint ring of freckles around her nose, fitting the image of a young female student.

“Are you okay?”

At this moment, she gazed steadily at Fu Qian with her light green eyes, asking cautiously.

“I was just playing around, but you never responded…”

“I’m fine.”

Fu Qian gave a slight smile and finally spoke.

“I was just playing around too.”

…

The young woman almost froze for a moment before she grasped the meaning behind Fu Qian’s words and couldn’t help but look a bit indignant.

“That joke wasn’t funny at all!”

“That’s debatable.”

Using the light, Fu Qian extended his arm and pushed away the barrier in front of him while casually replying.

As expected, there was a somewhat dusty room without any windows—it was evident that it hadn’t been cleaned in a long time, with walls and corners speckled with various colorful molds.

The abundant and diverse scents originated from there.

Looking at the floor, Fu Qian stepped down and walked out.

Apart from the rusty Iron Maiden behind him, he could also see an Armor Stand leaning to one side in the room.

Given that both he and the female classmate were dressed fairly modern, this must be someone’s collection hobby, only it hadn’t been maintained for a long time.

“Where are they?”

As he looked around, Fu Qian asked quite casually.

“You mean Kateman and the others? Didn’t they go out to buy some stuff?”

Clearly, Fu Qian’s demeanor somewhat intimidated the female classmate.

She herself would shudder at the mere sight of such brutal items, yet this guy appeared completely unafraid and even had the leisure to joke around with her.

Thus, although she was somewhat reluctant to respond to Fu Qian, she replied subconsciously.

Kateman…

Fu Qian silently repeated the name, meanwhile glancing at the sleeve protector on the girl’s arm.

Generally speaking, those left to clean are the honest folks in the team.

This one must have been busy, and after noticing him wandering, followed, only to find him poking around here, she must have taken the opportunity to play a joke.

Such enviable youthful vigor!

Plus two and three, that makes five, so it seems no one’s missing for the moment.

“How did you find this place? Lei warned us not to wander off.”

At this moment, the female classmate looked around, frowning deeply.

“This place looks too uncomfortable, let’s get out quickly.”

Sure.

It was clear she didn’t want to stay a moment longer, and Fu Qian did not refuse her suggestion.

And following the narrow stairs upwards, Fu Qian quickly reached the upper level of the building.

Compared to the basement, the upper floor seemed newer but obviously had been uninhabited for a long time.

The building was mostly wooden but apparently well-processed and still quite sturdy.

“Do you need me to do anything?”

Seeing the girl breathe a sigh of relief, Fu Qian asked quite politely.

“No, it’s almost clean now.”

The female classmate, grinning, pointed to the freshly scrubbed tables and chairs around, looking quite pleased with herself.

“Take a break, once the three of them are back, we can have lunch first.”

“Okay, then.”

Fu Qian gladly agreed and started to wander around on his own.

Through the open windows airing out the smell, one could see a contiguous array of various rooftops not too far away.

Despite the elevation, this place was clearly located on a mountain, but it wasn’t some rarely trodden spot.

The youths still had some limits, not thinking of going completely wild.

Walking to the outside of the house, Fu Qian noticed that the courtyard was rather large, surrounded by walls, which, of course, were all covered with mold.

An old looking black stone path led out from the main gate, twisting its way down to the foot of the mountain.

In the midst of his quiet observation, the sound of an engine roared beyond the walls.

Without a doubt, it must be the shoppers returning.

Fu Qian looked towards the gate and, after a few seconds, a shaky red car turned in.

Through the windshield, one could see the driver in a black sleeveless shirt, his upper body muscular and strong.

Next to him, a bespectacled man with hair meticulously combed, dressed quite sharply.

In the backseat, a blonde girl with sunglasses was holding her head.

Indeed, such a classic character configuration!

In the midst of his admiration, Fu Qian frowned the next moment.

Why did everyone look so morose? There was no hint of the excitement of a vacation; their mood was even more depressed than that of those left behind to clean.

This was completely illogical.

Even when the car stopped and the doors opened, the three of them remained silent, with no interaction or eye contact with each other whatsoever.