Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: The Cage of Fools (24)_1
 

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What is this?

Fu Qian looked at the item in Su Gao’s hand.

At such a tense moment, it was undoubtedly odd to see her pull out a dice.

Yet seeing Su Gao handle it with such gravity, the item must be extraordinary.

Firstly, it was definitely a Transcendent object, this much Fu Qian could confirm just by standing there.

He could even feel a special connection between it and Su Gao.

But given its shape, the likelihood of it being a weapon was probably small. What did she plan to do with it?

Fu Qian remained silent, deciding to watch and wait.

At this moment, Su Gao grasped the dice with her eyes tightly shut, in a state of complete self-forgetfulness.

The next moment, she squatted down, palm open, and threw the dice onto the floor.

Was this some sort of divination?

As the dice rolled unpredictably on the floor, Fu Qian’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He could vaguely feel that with each roll of the dice, Su Gao’s will was being disturbed and pulled at, worsening an already frail mental state.

It all seemed rather sinister. Could her transformation into a puppet be related to this?

Gambling harms your mental health, truly no deceit there!

As the rolling of the dice started to slow down, Fu Qian immediately bent down to grab it from the floor.

Blood splattered!

Before Fu Qian’s hand could get close, it was slashed by invisible blades.

In an instant, his hand was covered in wounds, crisscrossed and deep enough to see bone.

This object was indeed dangerous, and it was obvious it didn’t want others to touch it.

Despite its fierce resistance, the shattered palm didn’t hesitate; clutching at the splattered flesh, it still seized it firmly.

Tremendous strength came through, and the dice in the palm of his hand still did not cease its struggle, tearing at the surrounding flesh, attempting to break free.

Unfortunately, the hand enveloping it turned dark and tough in an instant, like iron pliers holding it down firmly in the palm.

After continuing to struggle without movement, the object finally stopped.

Simultaneously, Su Gao opened her eyes.

The next moment, her long knife pointed at Fu Qian, her voice tinged with a faint sense of loss.

“It’s all fake after all, even you… You’re fake too.”

This is bad!

The moment Su Gao spoke, Fu Qian knew something was wrong, and he immediately retreated, avoiding the knife.

From her words just now, it seemed she regarded everything around her as an illusion?

Could it be because of the inversion of the Siren’s Tears Veil outside just now?

It was quite magical, but surely that reaction was a bit much!

However, Su Gao’s demeanor made it clear that she was convinced everything before her was an illusion and she was determined to cut down the mental barriers, showing no mercy with her blade.

It seemed this misunderstanding would be difficult to resolve!

As he avoided the sharp slashes, Fu Qian’s thoughts raced.

If it was related to this item… his hand holding the dice tightened slightly.

Regrettably, not only was there no damage to the latter, but it even launched a counterattack several times more fierce than before, making even his transformed palm struggle to hold out.

Directly crushing it seemed infeasible, and without knowing its properties, acting rashly was likely not a good idea.

They had to stop her first, Fu Qian looked at Su Gao.

But her current state appeared rather brittle, simply knocking her out might not be possible, and if he used too much force, the results could be like those of the earlier illusion—spirit and body obliterated.

They needed verbal communication.

Having made up his mind, Fu Qian took another deep breath in the next moment.

“Viola!”

Then he exhaled and bellowed with a voice like thunder.

Under the crushing weight of his voice, the ruthless Hunter Su Gao instantly shuddered, and the knife in her hand slowed.

It worked!

Fu Qian nodded, decisively pressing the advantage.

“Margaret!”

“Chiffon!”

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“Ha-Ni-Bella!”

It sounded like two names? Whatever, as long as it worked.

After the final assault, Su Gao’s movements had completely halted.

Not only had her weapon stopped half a meter away from Fu Qian, but her body was even trembling!

Clang!

The sound of the long blade hitting the ground was heard, and she, clutching her head with one hand, appeared to be in considerable pain.

Those few names, did they really trigger some memories for her?

Seeing this, Fu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, quite pleased.

Of course, it could also be that she was deafened since the sound had been rather loud just now.

“Can we have a proper conversation now?”

To avoid the latter scenario, Fu Qian even deliberately moved to where Su Gao could see him.

If she could read lips, that should still work.

“Hmm…”

It was rare to see Su Gao with such a look in her eyes, a mix of confusion and indescribable struggle.

Even back in the Rotten Forest, she didn’t seem to have such an expression.

Fu Qian sighed, spread his palm open, and brought the die to her.

“What is this thing?”

“This is… Hidden Thread.”

The moment she saw the die, there was a slight fluctuation in Su Gao’s emotions.

Hidden Thread? A die with such a name was indeed quite unusual.

Fu Qian frowned slightly, different from before, the tiny die had now settled down and was lying still in the palm of his hand.

“Is it a Transcendent object?”

“Yes.”

“Why were you convinced earlier that all this was an illusion?”

To get her to talk more, Fu Qian handed it back to Su Gao.

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Su Gao silently took it over, stared at it for a long time, and finally spoke.

“Hidden Thread is a special item sealed by the Night Watchman, specially borrowed for targeting this mission.”

“It has no killing power in itself, but it has a remarkable effect on hallucinations and psychic influences like mental suggestions.”

“When used, you establish a connection through a special method, and it will lock onto a number.”

“In situations where you can’t confirm whether you have been affected by psychic influences, you can throw this die, and if the locked number shows up, everything is normal.”

A number… Fu Qian seemed to have grasped something.

“And if not?”

“If not… it means there’s an external force that has twisted the will, and cognition has been disturbed.”

“In that case, you can use it to lock and separate the current consciousness, expel the corruption, and return to oneself.”

Sounds good; the Night Watchman really has some nice stuff!

After Su Gao’s explanation, Fu Qian had a fairly clear understanding of Hidden Thread’s function.

It seemed pretty good from the effects; bringing it along meant he could manually check his mental state.

Fu Qian couldn’t help but think of the fallen Siren’s Tears Veil.

The Night Watchman seemed to have a lot of items against psychic influences.

But thinking about it, it made sense, as the foremost Transcendent organization, there weren’t many who dared to confront them directly.

Sneaky little acts of mental suggestion often become the choice of unlawful Transcendents.

Also, if he remembered correctly, the side effects of Siren’s Tears Veil were not small.

“Does this thing have any negative effects?”

“Yes… it’s alive, it has its own will, so it can’t be used frequently. If used more than ten times in a short period, it will lead to mental parasitism.”

Oh? Fu Qian raised an eyebrow.

“How many times have you used it?”

“That was the sixth time just now.”