Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1821: Chapter 1796: Vulgar Fear (End)

"What’s going on?"

"Wolf?"

The moment darkness once again descended, two cries were finally provoked.

The two assistants couldn’t maintain their composure amidst the sudden change, and they shouted in unison, revealing their concern about the developments.

Unfortunately, even so, they received no response.

The basement remained silent; Mr. Wolf, who had come to solve the problem, made no sound.

And the only lighting device was in their hands; staying here like this was completely blindfolded.

"Did that thing... run out of power?"

This silence persisted for about five seconds, until at some point hesitant footsteps finally sounded, and Gao Bi’s question arrived simultaneously.

Sure enough, he spoke before Butters, and even while moving forward, he considerately provided Mr. Wolf with an excuse.

Although the tone wasn’t all that polite, clearly not quite believing it himself.

Still no answer, mingled with the smell of dust and even blood, it felt extremely oppressive.

"You all come in... and close that thing."

The eventual result was that after Gao Bi took a few more steps, he suddenly turned his head and addressed those above.

"Huh? Someone needs to keep watch outside—"

Butters was not pleased upon hearing this.

"It’s okay."

But he was instantly interrupted.

...

The staircase wasn’t long, and the trio soon squeezed together, with footsteps reaching the bottom.

But given the limited space, it seemed no one wanted to take the last step first.

"Mr. Wolf?"

Ultimately, it was Gao Bi, cautiously speaking once more in the darkness.

"I’m pleased to see that young people still use honorifics."

A few seconds after this call, the light in the dark space suddenly blazed, blinding the eyes.

Accompanied by Fu Qian’s commentary, Gao Bi, who was tentatively stepping down, stumbled and nearly fell.

But regardless, the dense darkness was instantly dispelled—replaced by thick "blood."

He barely maintained his balance after two staggered steps forward, almost pressing his hand onto a corpse, as a thick trail of blood came into view.

"What on earth are you doing? This joke isn’t funny at all!"

As the former was nearly speechless, the bystander behind him expressed strong indignation, as if relieved from a burden.

"Nothing, the situation has been confirmed; I called you down to arrange the action plan."

Fu Qian casually placed the lighting tool aside, apparently unaware of having startled anyone.

"How... is he?"

The overly leisurely attitude at that moment caused the pent-up anger to lose its heat.

Finally coming to his senses, Gao Bi, understanding Mr. Wolf’s words, couldn’t help but glance at the "corpse" with a covered head, asking with a somewhat complex expression.

"Dead as can be, do you want to confirm again?"

Unfortunately, the Scavenger obviously didn’t care about their camaraderie, his response was not only cold but also directed toward the corpse.

"No need... What should we do next, what’s the plan?"

At that moment, Gao Bi moved his foot but stopped, then instinctively looked at the other assistant.

However, after a long glance exchange, he finally, a little dryly, indicated trust in Fu Qian’s judgment.

...

It seemed Joshua was indeed improvising this time.

Absorbing everyone’s reactions, Fu Qian silently made a judgment.

The two assistants seemed somewhat uneasy about Joshua’s state.

Given previous guesses, they probably only knew he had a crazy plan but were unsure when or if he would actually do it.

So, facing the prone Joshua, their feelings were complex, unsure of whether he was dead or alive.

As for why they didn’t accept the invitation to confirm in this situation?

Two high school dropouts being asked to touch someone in a dark basement who might likely be a corpse seemed a bit too daunting.

Hesitating and then leaving it to the professionals was quite consistent with their current mood.

"Of course, we take him; given the information, time is tight?"

Without insisting, Fu Qian spoke casually while pondering.

"Yes... at the quickest, in half an hour, someone might come to inspect the house."

As the party concerned, Butters finally found a chance to interject, his expression rather complex.

"That’s enough time, but my car broke down; did any of you drive here?"

"...No."

This time the three answered almost in unison, apparently adhering to the principle of not drinking and driving.

"Then you’ll have to work a bit harder, each of you get on one side and support him; let’s go."

Fu Qian didn’t seem to mind, directly instructing the two assistants.

"...So what’s the plan? If we go up, we’ll definitely be discovered; sneaking around to the door is impossible."

This pace of progression clearly baffled everyone, and Gao Bi couldn’t help but ask.

"Why sneak? We’ll just walk out of the house and say goodbye to everyone."

Fu Qian looked at him with an expression of perplexity.

"Huh? But... when they see that..."

Gao Bi’s speech was nearly stammering as he gestured at the blood on Joshua’s body.

"Just tell the truth, he’s dead, I’m here to help deal with the body."

Fu Qian’s tone was calm and natural.

...

"Mr. Wolf, leaving so soon?"

When the locked door was opened again, it was Salma who noticed first.

Locking eyes on Fu Qian’s face, she asked with a half smile.

"Yes, the job’s done; need to get back to entertain the next guest."

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

His expression and tone conveyed a somewhat profound feeling.

Despite any flaws, Salma demonstrated professionalism in the drinks department.

Not only were the flavors spot on, but she also exercised high integrity by not adding anything untoward.

The job’s done... guest...

Moreover, his response clearly left Salma’s expression frozen, intensifying as she saw four people emerging behind him.

"What happened to him?"

Her eyes fixed on Joshua, Salma’s voice grew louder.

And it wasn’t just her; the commotion here had clearly drawn the attention of many, all looking over.

"He was accidentally killed, and I’m here to help solve the body issue."

Fu Qian answered with unwavering composure, even smiling as he looked around, his gaze finally landing on Eva, who was not far away.

"If you encounter similar trouble, feel free to reach out to me anytime."

...

"What’s next?"

Leaving that spirited party, almost every participant wore a complex expression.

However, stepping outside, facing snow that wasn’t very heavy, Butters and the other two displayed even more complex faces.

The previous experience seemed to have given them an out-of-reality feeling.

"Next for what? My part’s done."

Regrettably, Fu Qian showed no interest in their sentiments, even gesturing a farewell.

"But we have no car—"

"Then find a place to put him down."

Unwilling to do any extra work, Fu Qian walked into the falling snowflakes, giving one last glance in a certain direction.

They actually chose a place this close to school for a party.

[Current task completed, Code 3-0205 successful containment]