Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1852: Chapter 1847: Vessel Seedbed (Part 2)

No wonder the Gusu Murong Family is famous worldwide; this technique of returning fire with fire is truly marvelous.

With one move, the iron-faced man, who was so humble just a moment ago, fell silent on the spot.

Moreover, it seems that he won’t recover for a short while.

"What were you trying to say just now?"

Praising in his heart, Fu Qian nonchalantly plagiarized another line.

On a mission, this silent command wasn’t because he genuinely wanted peace and quiet.

Having just arrived and lacking more understanding of the current situation, a friendly question-and-answer exchange is indeed a good idea.

But in this mode of communication, the quality of the person in charge is crucial.

This fellow inmate’s emotions are clearly unstable, likely affecting the exchange’s efficiency; it would be better to let him ask the questions.

Perhaps his approach to seizing the initiative isn’t the friendliest, but he believes the other won’t mind this slight discomfort.

After all, according to inertia theory, if he kept silent, he might soon be appropriating the line, "Are you mute?".

Between two evils, choose the lesser; being said that way would be unbearable, right?

Not to mention, his attitude is sincere.

For instance, even though there was a helmet in the way and nothing could be seen, Fu Qian still maintained a smile while inquiring.

"...No need to pretend to be calm. Trust me, I’ve been where you are now."

His fellow inmate clearly had an internal struggle for a few seconds, but as expected, he spoke with steady composure, even accompanied by a cold laugh.

Of course, Fu Qian wouldn’t mind these attitude details, as long as the other was responding.

"In the first two weeks, I didn’t even bother to remember the meal delivery times because I was certain the Siren wouldn’t let me die... Of course, that’s still the case now."

And true to anticipation, the fellow inmate had a rather strong desire to share, continuing without needing Fu Qian’s feedback, assured that he was listening.

"But not dying is one thing; I can now fully understand why Siren went through so much trouble to set up such a prison in this Dead Sea.

"Until now, I’ve never gone hungry. I’ve often left the food untouched, yet I need to use it as a marker to segment time; otherwise, everything starts to feel unreal... Trust me, you’ll soon experience that discomfort too."

With a long sigh, the narrative from the other side finally came to an end.

"I can somewhat imagine, so how long have you been detained here?"

Fu Qian chimed in appropriately, his tone even carrying a hint of heaviness from having his thoughts revealed.

"Four months, or five? I’m not really sure, haha... Using meal delivery as a time marker is one thing; I’m not actually using it to keep time."

His laughter was even more stylish than before, clearly indicating that Fu Qian’s acknowledgment gave him a sense of achievement.

"You mentioned this area is a Dead Sea?"

Especially as he continued to inquire.

"You’ve never heard of this place? And yet you’ve been locked up down here? I must admit, that does pique my curiosity."

It was clear that the fellow inmate was genuinely surprised.

In his understanding, anyone who dared to offend Siren should have had some concept of where they might end up.

"No."

At the moment, there wasn’t much need for explanation. Fu Qian simply replied straightforwardly and even shook his head seriously, simultaneously feeling the sharp thorns at his neck.

...

"Not only is it far from the mainland, but the vicinity of this island is also a vacuum of life, with hardly any living creatures to be seen."

As it turned out, after a brief hesitation, the fellow inmate continued to explain.

"The common saying is that around the island, the water temperature drops sharply compared to other places.

"But many people, including me, suspect this place might be a special Forbidden Area where there are no other hazards, hence the Night Watchman simply handed it over to Siren to manage."

Oh?

It must be said, the fellow inmate still provided some valuable information.

A suspected Forbidden Area, indeed, every place he visits has its own unique qualities.

"Free guards?"

While marveling in his heart, Fu Qian naturally asked a question.

"Very clever... Yes, if the speculation is correct, doing so would clearly save the Night Watchman a lot of effort and manpower.

"Keeping it in the hands of a large organization like Siren means there’s no need to worry about many uncontrollable events."

It seemed that Fu Qian’s keen instincts made the fellow inmate less enthusiastic about sharing.

But he clearly wasn’t someone easy to deal with, as after acknowledging Fu Qian’s thoughts, he didn’t forget to continue asserting his unique viewpoint.

"But Siren isn’t at a loss, either. This place is undoubtedly valuable far beyond being a torturous prison.

"Do you believe if they were to withdraw, someone would immediately take over, eager to play this role of being utilized?"

"I can imagine, so the place we’re in right now is fully submerged underwater?"

The fellow inmate’s insight was doubtlessly reasonable, and Fu Qian didn’t make any pointless rebuttals, instead nodding while confirming.

"Of course... Even if you didn’t know before, didn’t you notice it on the way here—wait a minute, when did you arrive?"

Once confirmed, the fellow inmate’s tone became strange and, in the next moment, as if realizing something, he asked a rather peculiar question.

It sounded like he was desperately squeezing his memory, yet still couldn’t recall when there was an additional cellmate.

"In the cold Dead Sea domain you mentioned?"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian didn’t seem interested in discussing his own matters, continuing to confirm.

"Of course, just what are you—"

As usual, in response, the fellow inmate’s doubts undeniably grew stronger.

"But I suppose it’s not cold enough to freeze?"

Yet Fu Qian’s question wasn’t over.

"Of course not, today it’s even unusually hot. Who exactly are you—"

Although clearly reluctant, the inmate answered the question and was interrupted once more.

Of course, this time the interruption wasn’t from Fu Qian.

Clank—

Amidst a slight unlocking sound, followed by the heavy door being pushed open.

"How is this possible, it’s far from meal delivery time..."

Instantly drawn by the commotion, the fellow inmate murmured to himself, sounding quite shocked.

"There really are two..."

In the next moment, an unfamiliar voice sounded, surprisingly revealing similar confusion.

Regrettably, the newcomer did not continue to explain to the stunned inmate but advanced rapidly with footsteps.

"Do not move, do not attempt anything unfriendly, or you both will rot here."

A cold reminder accompanied the sound of restraints being removed from their bodies.