Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1808: Chapter 1783: Vulgar Fear (16)

Hmm—

At that moment, Eva’s action made one almost worry she would swallow the hand covering her mouth.

But no matter what, the scream that should have been bone-chilling was swallowed first.

An area of less than ten square meters, so even though the light was really dim, it was not hard to distinguish that this storage room mainly contained some cleaning tools.

Even with a slight sniff, one could smell the musty odor unique to mops.

And right among these tools, someone was sitting against the corner of the wall.

It was definitely not an illusion of the eyes, and even vaguely visible was a tall form.

At the first moment of entering the door, Fu Qian noticed this anomaly, considering Eva’s mental capacity, which was why he made the previous arrangements.

As for why he didn’t open that iron door right at the start, but dragged it out to showcase his talent?

If he opened it back then, where could he experience such a colorful campus life?

Moreover, judging by the situation afterwards, he might have directly collided with that guy who was just climbing the stairs.

If the gains from the script’s previous tests were representative, it would imply that in this mission, Transcendent factors might exist, but they didn’t hold such an overwhelming position over ordinary people as usual.

There was room for maneuvering.

In such a scenario, without figuring out the purpose of this script himself, Fu Qian was not in a hurry to blindly interfere with cause and effect.

As evidence, at this moment, this Twilight School was indeed bustling.

Not only was someone besieged and pursued in the labyrinthine structure, with monsters ahead and shadows behind.

Even in a small storage room, there was actually an expert, posing in such an otherworldly manner.

The only pity was that this outsider seemed to be someone he knew.

While Eva was over there desperately suppressing her breathing, swallowing the stomach acid rising due to nervousness, Fu Qian was already directly walking to the corner, facing the person sitting there.

The entire process, the other party had no reaction, even when Fu Qian brushed the mop off his brown curls.

Indeed, the matted hair and the somewhat mismatched petite features, at this distance, were enough for Fu Qian to confirm that the person in front of him was the volunteer covered in fake blood from the party basement.

Even just like back then, it was a corpse.

Closed eyes, bloodless face, the appearance was quite consistent with before.

It was just that the timing seemed off.

Even though Fu Qian was not that professional being in a mortal body, the general observations still led him to believe that the death time of the person in front of him was not that long.

Assuming the party was last night, at the most conservative estimate, it would be nearing twenty hours at this point.

However, the corpse in front gave the impression of not only being fresh, but also not stiff, just like yesterday.

Besides, the originally blood-stained clothes had also been changed, the jacket worn was brand new.

...

So how could this have transitioned?

Could it be that across different scripts, there’s no need to worry about plot conflicts?

But clearly, the previous old house exploration, and even Eva’s reaction upon seeing him, already proved the continuity between them.

Could it be that at the end of the party, ”Mr. Wolf,” called upon for help, directly resurrected the person?

”Joshua?”

While pondering, Eva, who had slightly adjusted her emotions, finally didn’t open the door to flee but followed cautiously standing behind Fu Qian.

At this distance, she could already see the face of the corpse.

Indeed, to Eva, this party guest was an acquaintance, almost immediately causing her to suppress a gasp.

[Dead]

Making a fairly universal gesture, Fu Qian conveyed this message, and then slightly gestured towards the pen in Eva’s hand.

Intense mood swings, temporarily forgetting taboos was entirely understandable.

Not to mention, in the face of the explosive news of a person being already dead, Eva’s performance was already quite strong, for instance, not needing to cover her mouth again.

The reason for reminding her was not Fu Qian nitpicking.

Primarily, at Eva’s soft gasp, the footsteps upstairs had already paused once more, and seemed to be right outside.

...

Not continuing to focus on the corpse, Fu Qian put down the shoe in his hand and walked straight to the door.

Throughout the process, there was no sound outside, as if the person upstairs had discovered something, or was looking for something.

[Outside?]

The awakened Eva also acted accordingly, putting everything down and coming over, then taking advantage of the slight light penetrating through the gap, wrote a question, even writing on her jacket.

Fu Qian interpreted this as Mr. Wolf’s performance, making her unconsciously consider herself a beneficiary.

[Yes]

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian side-stepped to let her take the best observation position.

This time, Eva had clearly learned, covering her mouth in advance by herself.

Tap...

And within this anticipation, the footsteps outside finally sounded once more.

At a certain moment, the light penetrating through the gap dimmed alongside.

However, in Eva’s heart-stopping tension, the light soon returned to normal, and the footsteps gradually receded.

...

Indeed, it was worthy of being the legendary Rule-level tool.

The door of the storage room honestly was not sturdy at all, if not worried about noise, it could probably be kicked open with one foot.

However, the gentleman outside seemed genuinely only passing by, walking away in such a grand manner.

Even when passing by at that instant, his form was finally exposed—

[Wrapped a coat around his head?]

After a fleeting glance, Eva couldn’t help turning to look, writing a line with an eerie expression, as if finding it hard to believe her own eyes.

Of course, her description was indeed correct.

Fu Qian also saw it clearly, the stunning visual impact just now, the grotesque head was actually a light yellow coat, wrapped around and around the head, covering the face.

[Yes]

Nodding slightly in response, Fu Qian glanced at the corner from the corner of his eye.

This somewhat familiar form, reminded him inevitably of the ”Blood Garment” of Butters in the basement, at that time also covering Joshua’s head.

So much so that although except for this point, it could be completely deduced that it was a human body, the walking posture was not particularly abnormal, yet it naturally made one reminiscent of the term called the walking dead.

Indeed, such a thing is somewhat fantastical, but isn’t it the same for someone to die twice in such a short time?

[Why does he do that?]

At this point, Eva, who got Fu Qian’s confirmation, also looked completely confused, asking incomprehensibly.

[Hard to say, but he should soon collide with what’s chasing us]

Writing is tiring work, Fu Qian had no intention of making any lengthy analytical remarks at this moment, swiftly responding after taking the pen.