Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1411: Chapter 1409 Calamity Strikes (24)

Despite having many concerns, they don’t constantly arise.

In the Interlocutor’s uncontrollable surprise, the corridor is once again empty.

And observing the scene before him, Fu Qian blinked, confirming a certain suspicion.

Bright, no windows, more than half is metallic structure.

Undoubtedly, it’s an expensive underground construction.

Aside from the excellent ventilation despite the tight structure, a familiar metal table is even faintly recognizable.

If he remembered correctly, he once used it as a hidden weapon and threw it at a certain Night Watchman squad leader, was it someone surnamed Jiang?

Such irrelevant individuals, Fu Qian always dislikes wasting memory on them. While trying to recall, a Dark Gate at the corner surprisingly opens, a familiar face cautiously peeking out.

Who else could it be, it’s naturally Miss Wen who once sought enlightenment here.

Indeed, this is the underground of the Wen Family Mansion, the place where Lady Eve fell.

And there are two explanations for the scene at hand.

Firstly, not long ago, using Lady Eve’s name shattered Wen Li’s previous dream, involuntarily causing the sleeping girl to make it a theme for a series.

Secondly, she might have been directly startled awake then, this dream being her conscious pursuit.

Fu Qian is more inclined to the second explanation, firstly due to trusting these Psychic Series participants to not be insensitive to anomalies.

On another note, Fu Qian does not believe Wen Li’s previous state was sleep—it’s a simple argument; Mr. Tyler is also sleeping.

Considering his night owl trait, Fu Qian is more inclined to think it’s daytime outside now, and Miss Wen is merely taking a nap.

As for Veil and Riet sisters, if they are currently in Byeluk, it would indeed be night-time.

Of course, these are just minor details, harmless.

…

“Mr. Fu, are you really… then right now I’m…”

Her gaze locked on Fu Qian, and in the next moment Wen Li’s voice, full of mixed joy, swiftly confirmed the speculation of subjective initiative.

Meanwhile, the virtual eyes above her head were incredibly active, clearly doubting her own state from the scene before her.

After all, she isn’t a professional dreamwalker, cognitive shifts aren’t so effortless.

“Yes, this is your dreamscape.”

Facing this meeting potentially ending any moment, Fu Qian slightly nodded, unhesitatingly adding fuel to the fire.

“This—”

At that instant, the eyes above Wen Li’s head almost expanded to the limit.

And after a brief pause, her first reaction was to raise her hand, slender fingers brushing one cheek, gently soothing.

With this motion, the precarious virtual eyes surprisingly halted their expansion, even slowly stabilizing.

Correspondingly, there was a trace of bewilderment slightly added to Wen Li’s eyes.

Using her ability to relax herself.

The silent Fu Qian was undoubtedly aware what was being done.

Miss Wen indeed came prepared, even having thought of how to maintain the dreamscape without it shattering.

…

“Mr. Fu, welcome.”

As Wen Li spoke again, her tone carried a peculiar relaxation, as if walking in her own realm.

“Does this place still seem familiar?”

She stepped forward gracefully, gesturing for Fu Qian to sit at leisure, smilingly looking around.

“Certainly, the ventilation ducts there are a safety hazard.”

Fu Qian complied smoothly, sitting comfortably while indicating a certain spot above.

This remark wasn’t random; in an unknown time and space, someone had once crawled in from there.

Hehe…

With a slight smile, Wen Li did not probe the source of this comment, resting her chin on her hand as she sat across.

“Father once asked if I wanted to demolish this place, but I refused.”

It’s very understandable why Old Master Wen would have this suggestion.

Fu Qian mused inwardly upon hearing.

Miss Wen’s retreating experiences back then indeed easily sparked imagination, raising concerns about her feelings towards this place.

“Mr. Fu, is there something you want me to do?”

Before Fu Qian could speak again, as Wen Li reminisced lightly, she seemed to muse over something, blinking and asking.

“In the bookstore, it wasn’t finished…”

…

Not only prepared, but with clear intent.

Wen Li’s performance undoubtedly gained Fu Qian’s approval.

The situation was clear enough; the prior dream communication was forcibly ended by himself, prompting her to realize something amiss upon waking, attempting to sleep again to seek opportunity to verify inner doubts.

Yet her expertise lies in influencing emotions rather than inducing sleep, making recreating scenarios quite challenging for her.

Ultimately successful in dreaming, yet no longer at the bookstore, instead replaced by another commonly recognized scene.

Indeed a Shangjing genius girl, not disappointing with all the nurturing.

“Indeed there is.”

Facing this volunteer’s inquiry, Fu Qian smiled slightly, raising his right hand.

…

At that moment, the entire dreamscape seemed to ripple—yet not because of Wen Li.

As the owner of this dreamscape, it was apparent she was thrilled with certain fleeting assumptions proven, but the virtual eyes above maintained good control.

The ripple stemmed from another higher will.

Considering the prior mutual bottom line display, Fu Qian didn’t think Alarakir would let him wreak havoc in any dream now.

Especially related to the Abandonment King’s emblem.

The hand-reaching motion now closely resembled the previous demonstration to Riet.

Fu Qian didn’t doubt that if he uttered some revered names again, this dream would follow the previous one’s fate, forcibly ended.

Thus, he remained silent.

Even as his hand slowly opened, the palm revealed nothing, completely showing no attempt to manifest any object.

“What is it?”

The equally attracted Wen Li observed quite earnestly, confounded after uncovering nothing, she asked.

“Just a joke, don’t mind.”

Fu Qian smiled slightly, the remark seemingly directed at her as well as the one gazing from infinite heights.

Given the aspiration for higher partnership, the communication atmosphere naturally ought to be lively and free.

It appears this intent was smoothly received, the ripple in the dreamscape pacified swiftly.

Indeed, the art of discretion lies in one’s heart.

Fu Qian felt quite satisfied with this.

Alarakir’s tolerance for jokes, not flipping the table outright, was simple—the value Wen Li presented far outweighed Riet.

Polluting her, attempting to serve as a bridge for descent, the value of this possibility made Alarakir reluctant to easily abandon it.

And that’s why it was immediately confirmed with Miss Wen she was dreaming.

Although it might exacerbate impacts, if capable of stabilizing, having this layer of recognition resistance, akin to walking in one’s realm, increases difficulty in being polluted.

If stabilization fails with awakening?

Then this volunteer shouldn’t force it.