Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2256: Chapter 225

Just after leaving the stage with a tragic flair, he was forcefully pulled back.

Old friend the Interlocutor, indeed fate has been unkind to you.

Facing that somewhat dazed silhouette, Fu Qian let out a long sigh at that moment.

The situation earlier was already quite clear. After the Witch heard the description and sensed his longing for his old friend, she decisively intervened and pulled the Interlocutor, who had been hidden away, back.

And the method used was precisely the Covenant Book in her hand.

Given that the latter was currently akin to the actual location of the toy workshop, and the Interlocutor was one of its core elements, it seemed reasonable.

However, its dominance is undeniable, with the reaction and method notably being extremely nimble.

Even achieving this through the Covenant Book technically involved the prisoners’ contribution.

If it weren’t for using the Interlocutor as a tool person and attempting to invade the world over there by using his ”hometown” toy workshop as a breakout point, this tome wouldn’t have been able to produce such an effect.

In short, being pulled back by the Witch using such domineering means, the prisoners have somewhat trapped themselves.

”I... you...”

As for the person involved, he clearly seemed out of sorts.

After a short struggle, the Interlocutor indeed was the first to notice Fu Qian, and to a certain extent confirmed his own situation.

Truth be told, the Witch’s restoration was quite impressive; despite nearly being dismembered earlier, the Interlocutor now appeared relatively intact.

While physical trauma is one aspect, certain effects of Spirit Shock were clearly still present.

Staring intently over here, yet under the Interlocutor’s firm resolve, confusion descended upon him, leaving him fumbling over his words.

”We meet again.”

Fu Qian greeted him with a smile, not bothering to ask, ”Exactly whose Interlocutor are you,” which would be rather nerve-wracking.

”Yes, it’s him.”

Before the pitiable person could respond, he had already turned his head to confirm with the Witch.

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In a state of confusion, it’s very easy to follow others’ actions.

Clearly unsure of how to respond to Fu Qian’s greeting, upon realizing he was conversing with someone, the Interlocutor instinctively followed his gaze.

And seeing the Witch, he instantly showed a wary expression, seemingly startled.

What’s up with that look? Other than both being female, their appearance, height, and style are obviously different, right?

This reaction was unequivocally odd, but to Fu Qian, it was easy to understand—this person was likely reminded of some painful memory caused by Su Gao.

In fact, this was one of the reasons for lamenting the Interlocutor’s ill fate earlier.

Recalling when he was trapped here, discussing with His Excellency Alarakir, the characters in his mind were being pulled into the dream one by one.

And as someone supposedly with strong resistance, Su Gao accepted the invitation without hesitation, ready to lend a hand.

Being a top-grade guest star, Brother Interlocutor was naturally present.

And his ultimate fate was, upon confirmation with Su Gao that he was a ”waste of space bystander,” being directly expelled by the latter using Echo Power, without even a word in dialogue.

It wouldn’t be surprising if Brother Interlocutor left a strong impression because of this.

And although this time the situation was reversed, even though people left and hid away, they were forcefully pulled back by the Witch.

But it’s a different method, yet evidently the same dominance, so mistaking them seems forgivable.

In short, the Interlocutor clearly mistook the Witch for Su Gao, though he soon realized they weren’t the same person.

”The current situation is very peculiar. I only know she’s here, but can’t pinpoint her, possibly due to this special surrounding state.”

Unfortunately, the cold shoulder remained unchanged.

The Witch merely glanced at the Interlocutor, and after Fu Qian confirmed identity, she turned back, casually discussing the current situation.

”We are currently in something like an exceptionally special dreamscape, inherently with differences between shallow and deep layers.

”Consider the top layer as this fog with nothing in it, and the deeper you dive, the more you see.”

And true to the trust of the Knight, she already had a grasp on the situation within moments.

As for how this scenario sounded—

”They want you to delve deeper.”

Fu Qian nodded, indicating a greater understanding of the prisoners’ plan.

Legendary tales of the drowned ghost seeking a substitute?

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Questions from before: why are the prisoners so interested in the Dark Moon?

Even willing to temporarily forego retaliation just to lure them in.

Now it seemed there was a reasonable answer.

They seemingly wanted to drag down a sufficiently significant figure to replace their role in the Nightmare Corridor and thus help themselves escape.

Even the traps laid for this purpose are straightforward schemes.

The deeper you immerse yourself, the more you see, otherwise you’ll only face chaotic fog.

One can easily imagine that the deeper you sink in the dream, the closer you are to being completely drowned.

But if you wish to find something, like the Dark Moon, in this corridor, you can’t resist too much.

Such methods, unsurprisingly used by many big shots grasping for straws to save themselves, are quite powerful.

As for why not target himself? His ranking is clearly considerable too.

Fu Qian considered there might be two possible reasons.

One is that the prisoners are distinctly aware of the warehouse’s existence; scheming against the Administrator is clearly a layer more challenging than against a typical Superior Being.

The second, perhaps due to frequent interactions resulting in overly strong impressions left by his own vile deeds?

”Then it seems we’ll have to be more efficient, as time is limited.”

With a sigh in his heart, facing the Witch who didn’t deny the dire situation, Fu Qian continued.

He certainly wouldn’t believe that the Witch would shrink back because of this.

Realizing the situation is dire is one thing; directly speaking about it is another.

Like honestly stating the objective earlier, if the Witch concludes during assessment that success is unlikely and opts for retreat as strategy.

Then pretending not to know the prisoners’ plan can clearly reduce resistance to some extent.

However, she ultimately chose to reveal the discovery without blinking, indifferent to the prisoners drawing utmost vigilance due to this.

Such dominance clearly revealed an even stronger determination—and pressure than before.

Even water ghosts aren’t entirely united.

It’s evident even from brief contemplation that even if successfully dragging the victim down, there’s still the matter of who can take advantage to escape.

As long as not everyone can get out, any severely injured entity during the process would be left as a wedding dress for others.

In essence, receiving the Witch’s determination, Fu Qian unhesitatingly used similarly uninhibited wording, continuously exerting pressure.

”Lead the way then.”

Moreover, the next moment, targeting the nearly dumbfounded Interlocutor, he directly gave an instruction.