Chapter 400: Chapter 400 Dark Side of the Moon_1
Hmm?
This sudden voice took Fu Qian by complete surprise.
He was certain that the voice came from his own consciousness and had nothing to do with Gan Zuoxun nearby.
It was a woman’s voice, and for some reason, it even sounded a bit familiar.
Fu Qian lowered his head thoughtfully, and in just a few seconds, the skin on his hands turned dull and pale, his presence seeming to diminish along with it.
Fu Qian was not surprised by this.
The Discoloration Curse—he had already experienced it twice before.
However, he wasn’t sure if it was due to his ascension to demigod status, but that sense of rejection felt much clearer than before.
While pondering, Fu Qian faintly perceived something unusual; the light in front of him appeared to brighten a bit.
Realizing something, Fu Qian looked up and found that next to the sun, which was now reduced to a slender ring, a pale blue moon had emerged.
This… was a bit too fantastical, wasn’t it?
Even with the sun overshadowed, this brightness seemed unnaturally high.
Under the illumination of the blue moon, the surroundings took on a dreamlike quality.
“Hehe!”
That voice by his ear chuckled softly again.
“Who are you?”
Fu Qian was trying hard to distinguish the familiar voice when suddenly, a challenging shout came from behind him.
He had been so focused that he hadn’t noticed someone approaching.
Fu Qian slowly turned around to find himself surrounded by a group of people, led by a familiar face—Daria.
And beside her, there was someone with a face identical to his own.
“Why are you disguised as a guard to sneak in here?”
Daria’s expression was unprecedently stern, first giving Fu Qian a cold stare, then looking over towards Gan Zuoxun.
This group must have rushed to check on Gan Zuoxun after the celestial anomaly.
And Fu Qian, distracted by the voice in his mind, hadn’t hidden himself promptly and was caught outright.
“What have you done to the city official?”
Following the threatening interrogation, without any hesitation, a sharp whistle of slicing air filled the surroundings.
Why did it feel like Daria was in more of a hurry than Gan Zuoxun?
Not even giving him a chance to explain, they were ready to carry out justice on the spot based on a mere accusation?
Fu Qian immediately understood Daria’s intentions.
Although he indeed couldn’t provide an explanation, Daria’s reaction was also quite suspicious.
With a swift move, he easily evaded the attack, didn’t pause for a moment, and broke through the human barrier, rapidly making his escape.
Amidst loud shouts and alarms going off, personnel quickly converged on the scene; a piercing wind followed him in close pursuit.
Unfortunately, none of them could hinder Fu Qian in the least.
The incident with Gan Zuoxun could wait for now.
He had more important things to attend to.
At that moment, Fu Qian had a strange feeling—something was watching him through the moonlight.
Hey!
Next class Fu Qian spoke up, attempting to respond to the voice in his mind.
Just now, he’d realized to whom that voice belonged—the unnamed cosmic beauty he had met last time in the World Within the Painting.
Come to think of it, he had obtained Blasphemy’s Embrace during a mission related to her.
“Interesting.”
The voice near his ear came again, the witch’s words seemingly tinged with amusement.
But from the sound of it, it seemed she hadn’t received his response.
Is it one-way communication, after all!
Fu Qian was not discouraged, again attempting to send a mental greeting.
Regrettably, just like before, there was no acknowledgement.
At this time, Fu Qian had already reached a secluded corner, and without waiting for a response, he immediately took off his mask.
Once back in the warehouse, Fu Qian first checked his own body.
It was still as pale and dull as before, the Discoloration State unchanged.
“Ai!”
At the same time, a sultry sigh echoed in his mind.
Fu Qian’s gaze fell upon the dim depths of the warehouse.
After a moment of thought, he directly activated the mark on his wrist.
“Knight of the Dark Moon—”
At the same time, the Witch’s sigh of exasperation transmitted through his mind before abruptly stopping.
The view gradually became clear. After completing this mission, Fu Qian returned home for the first time.
And this time, there was finally a change.
Fu Qian carefully examined himself and could no longer find any traces of discoloration.
Indeed it was so.
Fu Qian waited quietly for a moment, no longer hearing the Witch’s voice.
After his return, that strange connection was also severed.
It seemed the problem must be related to this Discoloration State.
Blasphemy’s Embrace and the resulting Discoloration State obviously had a connection with the Witch’s power.
But it seemed that only in that world, when he was in a Discoloration State, would the Witch be able to sense him.
This was also why, even though he had used it twice in this world, aside from the discomfort caused by the discoloration, there had been no other anomalies.
It seemed that due to some special reason, the Witch couldn’t sense this world.
By contrast, the connection between the warehouse and that world was clearly much tighter.
Additionally, she must have recognized him. Her last words about the Knight of the Dark Moon were proof.
Before he left that time, she seemed to have asked him if he was willing to become a Temple Knight.
Now it looked like she was indeed running a Dark Moon Sect.
Interesting.
Having confirmed some of his speculations, Fu Qian returned to the warehouse once again.
And immediately, he heard a somewhat surprised sigh.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian donned the Emissary’s Mask and appeared on the second floor of the bookstore.
“Knight of the Dark Moon, you seem to have left for a moment just now!”
Outside, the sky was still the color of rust, with the Dark Moon hanging high.
The self-muttering voice of the Witch rose in his mind, tinged with joy.
The next moment, her tone shifted, and she heaved a soft sigh.
“Indeed, your comings and goings are always hurried.”
“But even so, you carry a mark associated with my power.”
“Mysterious one, my heart is greatly pleased.”
“As Pontiff, it seems I have not yet rewarded you for your previous actions.”
“Then, take this for now.”
As she finished speaking, Fu Qian felt the moon in the sky seemed to brighten a few degrees.
At the same time, a gentle blue moonlight appeared to be pouring into him continuously.
Moments later, Fu Qian, sensing something, reached to touch his face.
His fingertips met smooth, cool material—not his own skin.
With a bit more force, he took off the object on his face and held it in his hand.
Another mask?
Fu Qian observed it with a frown.
However, unlike the Emissary’s, this mask had extremely gentle features and an eerily strange feel to it.
Outside the window, the light began to brighten gradually, the sky-blocking rust color was slowly receding.
“Hmm, the connection seems to be weakening.”
The Witch on the other side seemed to realize something.
“Farewell, Knight of the Dark Moon, I hope it will be of help to you.”
Uh!
As the echo faded, Fu Qian toyed with the mask in his hand.
I can’t say if it will be of help, but if I wear this, I’ll definitely have a second face.