Chapter 886: Chapter 884 Rotten Flesh (Part Five) Chapter 886: Chapter 884 Rotten Flesh (Part Five) “Mask…”
Confronted with Fu Qian’s additional request, Wen Li was clearly puzzled.
After all, as far as she knew, he should be able to change his appearance at will.
“Bring paper and ink.”
To prevent Miss Wen from wasting more brainpower, Fu Qian directly waved his hand, fully exhibiting the demeanor of a reputable artist.
The latter had no objections and quickly arranged for it.
“Writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?”
But a moment later, looking at the items that were brought in, Fu Qian himself was slightly startled.
Wasn’t this a bit too ceremonious?
“Ah, is this not suitable… Should I have someone exchange them?”
Wen Li, who was carefully spreading the paper for Fu Qian, hurriedly asked upon hearing this.
“No need, it was my lack of clarity.”
Fu Qian conceded in self-reflection and took the items in hand.
Using these to draw was indeed appropriate; observing Wen Li’s skilled movements, truly a family steeped in culture.
Fu Qian recalled the paperweight he had used to smash during his time at the Wen Family Mansion.
It’s a pity that it has been too long since I’ve touched these things.
The next moment, he picked up the brush and dipped it in ink; after pondering for a brief period, he began to rapidly outline the contour of a face.
Soon under Fu Qian’s precise control, a face mask vividly appeared on the paper.
Vajra’s Furious Eyes, a majestic visage, although only in black and white, one could feel an overwhelming dignity, making Wen Li nod repeatedly in approval.
“Do you want me to help you find a mask that looks like this?”
“No need to fuss, just get a blank one, and paint it accordingly.”
Fu Qian put down the brush, his manner casual.
“I see…”
Unexpectedly, the next moment Wen Li had a strange expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“Actually, I have blank masks right here…”
Fu Qian was momentarily silent.
Looking down at his ink creation, he realized he had still underestimated the leisurely extent of capitalist Wen Li.
…
Wen Li was indeed not boasting, and soon had someone bring over a few white masks, even thoughtfully sorting them by different profiles.
Fu Qian did not stand on ceremony; he randomly chose one with a relatively broad shape, and once again wielded his brush, rapidly applying the painted face.
Moments later, holding the finished product that, although not lively, seemed to inherently exude a fierce expression, Fu Qian expressed great satisfaction.
As for the clothing, to help Yuan Shan confuse Ariel last time, Wen Li had helped tailor a trench coat.
This time, at Fu Qian’s request, Wen Li had already had another sleeve altered into a wide robe sleeve.
Fu Qian now took it and put it on, the sleeves billowing and flying as he walked.
Although not having an abnormal limb, paired with this mask, the look had a touch of the odd and the outstanding.
“There’s an oddly harmonious feel to it.”
Even Wen Li beside him couldn’t help but give praise, yet she also expressed concern.
“However, such an appearance going out, won’t it attract a bit too much attention?”
After all, in her view, in a bustling place like Shangjing, setting out with such a conspicuous mask might be even more conspicuous than baring one’s true face.
“So what if it does!”
Fu Qian was fully in character, snorting coldly and standing with his hands behind his back.
“I’ve long heard the great name of Shangjing; this time coming here, I intend to learn from the heroes of all paths.”
“…Shall I give you Jiang En’s address now?”
After he had finished speaking, Wen Li’s expression turned to stone and only after a moment did she find it difficult to speak.
“No rush, we’ll talk after dark.”
To her surprise, Fu Qian removed his mask and pointed outside.
“There’s also Tyler Gulad to consider.”
“…Alright.”
Although she was captivated by Fu Qian’s peculiar attire, and didn’t understand why he was interested in Jiang En and his companion, Wen Li wasn’t too worried.
In her time dealing with Fu Qian, she had seen too many grand scenes.
Moreover, not to mention Fu Qian’s leisurely manner, Yuan Shan obviously had a good grasp on his interest in the two young men.
Anyway, it shouldn’t be the case that he would do something overly terrifying under the watchful eye of the Chief of the Night Watchman, right?
Fu Qian’s subsequent behavior seemed to confirm this guess.
He continued to drink tea leisurely and even accepted Wen Li’s invitation to have dinner together.
I don’t know if the Old Master Wen came over and instructed them again, but the chef’s skills seemed to have improved once more.
All were merry until nightfall when Fu Qian stood up to leave.
Recalling the addresses of the two young talents provided by Wen Li, he discerned the direction and disappeared into the vast night.
…
Choosing to operate at night, of course, wasn’t because the outfit was eye-catching.
As soon as he heard the information about the two individuals from Yuan Shan, Fu Qian had essentially made up his mind.
The reason was simple: his first target wasn’t Jiang En, but Tyler, who was talked about in the same breath.
Considering the information from Yuan Shan and Wen Li was rich enough, he had already gotten a good handle on his target’s overall situation.
In theory, all he needed to do next was find out the content of Jiang En’s ritual.
Going directly to him and serving him a large punishment was certainly one method, but Fu Qian didn’t plan to get so intense.
As for the reason, speaking grandly, it was because it was a troublesome autumn, and he wanted to alleviate some of Chief Yuan’s worries.
More sincerely, he didn’t want to startle the quarry.
A player not even from the Middle Tier drawing the warehouse’s gaze, Fu Qian was indeed very curious about the underlying reasons.
If things got too direct, he feared it might scare away some clues, or even accidentally complete the mission.
So before that, it wouldn’t hurt to make contact with a more moderate stance.
The reason for choosing Tyler was also simple: your opponent often knows you best.
Yuan Shan and Wen Li had both confirmed that Jiang En and his companion were often compared, and to say there was no rivalry behind the scenes would likely be improbable.
And considering the Bloodline Clan was typically active at night, Fu Qian decided to accommodate Tyler’s schedule.
…
According to the information provided by Wen Li, because the corpse-picking incident was too sensational, although Tyler wasn’t taken back for questioning, people were probably watching him, not allowing him to leave Shangjing.
When Fu Qian arrived at the destination, he found the situation to be just as expected.
Similar to Ember’s residence but much smaller, the courtyard around it appeared very quiet.
And with ease, Fu Qian identified a Middle Tier individual sitting in a car.
The latter seemed to be dozing off but was actually keeping a constant watch on any activity at Tyler’s place.
The Night Watchman were being quite cautious, directly putting a Middle Tier to do such tailing work.
However, it seemed they still underestimated the foundation of an ancient family.
Fu Qian didn’t rush in but observed the shadows in the night, seeing a place where darkness seemed deeper.
Compared to other areas, it was a darker shade of black and even appeared to be slowly flowing.
This hiding effect, although slightly weaker than Biserana’s, was probably the result of an Extraordinary Item, right?
After their notebook was bought by him, Brother Tyler still had such a collection, truly worthy of a Pureblood Heir!
While Fu Qian was feeling sentimental, the mass of blackness had already quietly moved to a distant place, free from the Night Watchman’s surveillance.
The next moment, the darkness squirmed and quickly formed a human shape.
Tall and elegant, with pale skin; even now with a hunched back and bent knees, he did not lose the innate grace.
It was indeed Brother Tyler.