Chapter 384: Chapter 384: The Prosthetic Eye (17)_1
This shape, it’s both familiar and not!
Fu Qian weighed the object in his hand.
Just before Teresa had made herself unrecognizable, Fu Qian had decisively removed her skull first.
Casually tossing the corpse aside, Fu Qian examined the bone in his hand.
In the middle of the skull, there was a palm-sized hole, its edges quite smooth, and then replaced with some sort of transparent material.
Not long ago, Fu Qian had seen something similar.
It was on the people from Byeluk when he saw them.
But it was only similar, as a closer look would reveal significant differences between the two.
Among Grace’s collection, the piece of her own skull she had cut off was an extremely regular diamond shape, narrow on the sides and elongated front to back.
That included the transparent thin piece on old Nate’s head, who had lost his beloved son; the shape was also very consistent.
However, the piece in front of him was an oval shape, and even appeared a bit like a horizontal eye.
Could this really be the “Inner Eye”?
Fu Qian thought to himself, then shook his head; it shouldn’t be that simple.
Nevertheless, this trace seemed to have some origin with those people from Byeluk.
He remembered suspecting at that time that this brain-opening technique probably wasn’t an original creation of Dean Collins from Byeluk.
Now, that suspicion was almost confirmed.
But at the same time, another question arose: the people from Byeluk removed a piece of their skull claiming it was to be open and honest under the watchful eyes of the Divine Beings, to abandon their subjective consciousness, and to follow the instructions completely.
However, even though Teresa had mentioned that the ritual belonged to the wisdom of the Divine Beings, there was no sign that these people were following a script.
Fu Qian glanced at the remnants on the ground.
Due to her last mutually destructive action, Teresa had already become a pile of rotten flesh, and her limbs were still rotting and moving unconsciously.
Crack!
Fu Qian exerted force in his hand, crushing the skull to pieces.
Nothing happened.
It turned out that this object was not the “Inner Eye” that he was looking for.
Nonetheless, it had still been a fruitful day, as Teresa’s words confirmed that his current direction of investigation was correct.
From the current situation, the mysterious gathering of the Transcendents was also divided into different hierarchical levels.
The core members were undoubtedly Roland and Teresa.
Perhaps due to the brain-opening factor, they clearly held the most secrets and were even guiding some rituals in secret.
A bit on the periphery were people like Shang Shiming.
They had some strength and held certain rituals but were likely not in possession of something like the brain-opening.
Moreover, a large part of the rituals they held might have stemmed from suggestions by Roland and his group.
As for the outmost tier, it naturally included newcomers like himself, and Lady Li Min, who had come looking for a breakthrough method, was similar.
With the least information, they were in the definite status of being used as tools.
Speaking of which, just like himself who had come to find the “Inner Eye,” Lady Li Min also seemed not so simple and likely had other motives, far more than just seeking a method for a breakthrough.
Even for someone like himself with unknown origins, she had her guards up.
However, if that’s the case, then he could certainly make good use of it.
Fu Qian quickly came up with an idea.
Startling the snake in the grass was always his favorite thing to do.
The next moment he flicked his hand, and a bunch of greenish flame flew out, blasting onto Teresa’s mutated corpse.
The intense heat instantly ignited the flesh and blood, filling the air with the aroma of roasted meat.
This was the fireball Teresa had used in her sneak attack earlier.
Just now, Fu Qian seemed to take it head-on with his face, but in reality, he had activated the effect of the White Ring, absorbing and storing it.
As it turned out, the effect of the White Ring was quite good; it worked on the first try.
As for why he brought it out now to whip a corpse, it wasn’t that Fu Qian had any abnormal hobbies.
“Done.”
When he stood up from the ground, the ground was already charred black.
To Teresa, this scene undoubtedly looked like she died from flame burns.
Coincidentally, Lady Li Min was particularly adept at this.
Once the news of Teresa’s death came, Roland and his group would undoubtedly find it easy to deduce that the incident was related to Shang Shiming’s ritual.
And their reaction to Li Min, this suspicious pawn, was indeed something to look forward to.
Clang!
Just as Fu Qian had stood up from the ground, a sound exploded directly in his mind.
They were coming quickly!
Without looking back, Fu Qian knew someone was rushing towards him at high speed, using this method to restrain him.
It seemed that the commotion at the Stone Tower was taken seriously, and it was likely the Night Watchman chasing after him.
Moreover, just now, in order to lure Teresa out, he deliberately circled around the area, so he hadn’t actually gone too far.
Considering that footstep was a bit loud, it indeed drew people over.
This might not necessarily be a bad thing; stirring the waters for fishing, he was originally intending to alert the snakes. Having the chance to pull the Night Watchman into this could perhaps yield even better results.
The voice that appeared in his consciousness just now was clearly a psychic attack of sorts, and the person who took action was clearly of no low rank.
Under such an attack, if it were an ordinary Transcendent, they would likely be knocked to the ground unable to get up, or at the very least, be left in a daze, a stupor like a stunned chicken—indeed a superb Skill for capturing petty thieves.
Unfortunately, for the present Fu Qian, this was no more disruptive than an alarm clock going off in the morning.
His movements didn’t hesitate at all, Fu Qian didn’t even turn his head, he just leaped forward.
At the same time, a brilliant arrow of light pierced through the curtain of rain, aiming straight for his back.
Without stopping, Fu Qian struck back, firing an Air Bullet.
In that instant, a violent flash erupted in the alley.
By the time the light had cleared slightly, Fu Qian’s figure had already vanished into the night.
…
No sooner had he left, two people rushed into the alley.
The one in the lead was an elderly gentleman with a burly build, graying hair, and an ugly expression staring at the debris on the ground.
“A Transcendent’s remains.”
The middle-aged man beside him looked it over and came to a conclusion.
“Are you sure this is related to the previous incident? Could it be that the Tower incident was really caused by Transcendents?”
“Not certain, but we can’t rule it out.”
The old gentleman stared intently in the direction where Fu Qian had disappeared, his voice ice-cold.
“The rat that just got away is rather elusive.”
“And even if it wasn’t them, this group needs a wake-up call; they have been making too many small moves lately.”
“Understood.”
The middle-aged man said nothing more, just quietly acknowledged.
“Then I’ll make it a priority to confirm the identity of the one on the ground.”