Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2193: Chapter 2188: Hand Watcher

As fragile as a soap bubble.

After forcefully suppressing a tide of destruction, Fu Qian silently reviewed it.

Of course, it wasn’t referring to the "Sea of Heat". Strictly speaking, that thing truly fits the description of the Witch and can’t even be considered an Extraordinary Creature.

A pure fusion of chaos and destruction, like the pus oozing from the rot of this world.

Moreover, it’s definitely not fragile. In Fu Qian’s estimation, the mere impact just now wouldn’t be something a rational First Phase would want to confront head-on.

Yet such a mixture of filth and chaos efficiently pinpointed this underground workshop.

It’s hard to say that such a thing could have any clear subjective will.

Thus, the reasons for this development must originate from the peculiar nature of the Doll Workshop.

Once external elements cause disturbances by entering, it will immediately attract numerous entities from the Transcendent realm through abstract concepts.

However, its own appearance seems not to possess strong resistance.

Back in the days when the Witch stayed here, she probably had a hard time.

Now the Witch’s plan is somewhat understandable—

It might not be a perfect monitoring tool, but because of this place’s sensitivity and fragility, if the world indeed experienced some subtle underlying rule change, clues might be found here.

"Outside is too chaotic, here is relatively easier to perceive anomalies. What do you think is the origin of this place?"

The Witch casually confirmed Fu Qian’s deduction, explaining why she recommended this location.

As for Fu Qian’s violent actions, she clearly had no objections, and seemed quite satisfied with the outcome.

"It must be related to the barrier being breached, but it doesn’t resemble a purposefully designed sanctuary."

With a Ranking not high yet possessing such a special nature, Fu Qian also found it worth exploring.

Thus, regarding the Witch’s question, he had actually been pondering for some time.

"I have the same opinion. We’re there."

The Witch nodded while signaling forward.

...

It truly was a house with a blue roof.

Although this blue didn’t seem painted on.

Not located at the highest point of the building, instead hidden in the mid to upper part, under the Witch’s reminder, Fu Qian naturally surveyed the destination.

Compared to other buildings, it wasn’t larger, with its most prominent feature apart from the color being the absence of toys outside.

Yet simultaneously, the roof held a distinct childish charm, with a blue ice-like translucent luster that appeared extremely tame.

Indeed, in Fu Qian’s vision, this house seemed to carry a head of notably vibrant blue hair, even draping inside.

Knock, knock!

Without needing the Witch’s prompt, Fu Qian had already stepped forward to knock on the door.

Yet before a response, subtle movement had already surfaced from behind.

There was no need to turn back to realize; the Witch had casually crushed another reactive spirit.

Squeak—

And didn’t keep Fu Qian waiting long, although no one responded, the door was gently pulled open from inside.

This was noticeably bare.

Admittedly, the light blocking rate of the blue hair was shockingly high; even under the bright sun, the room remained gloomy.

Of course, this posed no problem for Fu Qian, who could still see clearly from outside how the door was opened.

White, bony claws devoid of any trace of blood slowly retracted from a figure.

Even compared to the previous Ailuo, it adhered more to physical laws.

What drove the bone claws was not invisible muscle but strands of long blue hair.

And around that figure, more strands of blue hair twisted and pulled, directing the individual’s every movement.

As for his actions in detail... Fu Qian particularly confirmed.

Indeed, stitching himself up.

...

Not only those bone claws, as stated before, this body’s exposure level was notably high, even including large bare bones on the head.

As for the parts stripped away, none were discarded.

One could clearly see a head stitched on the surface, internally packed, being continually sewn into the figure’s chest.

Even further down, other parts revealed an anatomical structure made of genuine skin and solid wood.

Ultimately, it appeared more like a skeleton cradling a living person.

"Sorry to disturb, we’re looking for the Deer Car."

Regardless of appearance, the person inside was indeed occupied.

Fu Qian, walking closer with the consciousness of an intruder, politely greeted and stated his purpose.

"...Let me see your hand."

Fortunately, the individual didn’t seem displeased, lifted his head to recognize, and then the bone claw stretched out under guidance.

"Alright."

Fu Qian didn’t reject this small request, even removing his gloves before extending his hand.

...

It must be said, they complement each other interestingly.

The Hand Watcher’s claws naturally lacked flesh, yet Fu Qian’s weren’t much better.

Despite traversing multiple dimensions in succession, essentially, from mission completion, not even half an hour had passed.

Head chopping demanded quite the effort, especially for a Superior Being’s head.

Under the Annihilation shared by the Destiny Snake, Fu Qian’s extended hand hadn’t even restored all fingers yet, fitting perfectly in the bone claw’s grasp.

"Very smooth..."

This Hand Watcher was undoubtedly perceptive.

Admiring exceptionally naturally at those mutilated limbs.

"You can find the Deer Car... would you like to search above or below?"

Without waiting for Fu Qian to respond courteously, he returned to the main topic, albeit phrased somewhat oddly.

"Let’s go above."

Noticing the nearby Witch who never interjected, Fu Qian promptly chose freely.

"A good choice, you will find the Deer Car."

This two-choice answer pleased the Hand Watcher, immediately praised, releasing Fu Qian’s hand.

...

Have we forgotten something?

Despite the positive wishes, it was evident the other party had provided no actual directional guidance.

Overall, comparable to the fortune tellers beneath the flyover.

Yet as the figure lowered his head, focused on his work on another head, Fu Qian refrained from interrupting, exchanging a glance with the Witch, exiting together.

"What would he do if I didn’t offer my hand?"

Meticulously closing the door, Fu Qian casually questioned while proceeding alongside the Witch.

"He would refuse to answer you."

The Witch’s tone was confident.

"What if I chose to go below?"

"He would tell you it’s an interesting choice."