Chapter 1624: Chapter 1619: Return Once More

After all, it’s just a part-time job.

Fu Qian, returning to the laboratory after parting ways halfway with Professor Lisa, who was eager to resume her tests, unsurprisingly found that the Research Assistant had yet to return from his cultivation, leaving him temporarily unable to arrange the next phase of work.

However, given that there was no work scheduled for later, this was clearly not a problem.

Just after emphasizing the fate of connections in the world, Professor Fu walked straight to the side and opened an unlocked cupboard.

After returning, Miss Liushuang had found an opportunity to specially remind him that the surplus funds for the laboratory’s daily operations were all here.

She even very thoughtfully helped convert a considerable portion into cash.

After taking all of it directly as expedition funds, Fu Qian made his way to the top floor, casually adjusted the clock hands to ensure it was already the deep night of her studies when Miss Liushuang returned after class.

After doing all this, he left without leaving a word and directly removed the "Messenger."

...

It’s even quieter than before; the warehouse indeed has some suppressive power.

The light suddenly dimmed, and the next moment, Fu Qian, sitting at his place, silently commented while playing with the cylinder in his hand.

For him, it wasn’t hard to see that compared to outside, the activity level of Kaldora’s flesh inside the cylinder further decreased.

Having been somewhat restless when brought out, she now lay there almost completely prostrate.

Not bad.

This meant his plan was not in error, that is, through the warehouse quickly transferring to Shangjing Bookstore and then setting off for West Origin from there.

Given the distance, compared to setting off directly from the Academy, it could save considerable time.

As for what if there was a mistake and the flesh had an anomaly in the warehouse—how could that be called a mistake?

Testing the warehouse’s properties was also a very valuable endeavor.

With our reputation at Heaven’s Commencement Institute, coupled with personal connections with those in charge, applying for another wasn’t an issue at all.

Of course, even so, it’s no excuse to waste recklessly.

For example, behavior under the warehouse’s influence should be observed a little longer to confirm conclusions.

One must be rigorous.

Casually placing the cylinder on the table, Fu Qian quietly watched.

After all, a brief wait was necessary; even if he were to put the mask back on now, he’d still be returning to the Academy.

In the silent air, Fu Qian’s figure, like a sculpture of languid posture, blended completely with the seat.

Only the bloodstains on the "Messenger" slowly spread in the darkness.

...

Indeed, there was no anomaly; the warehouse didn’t even attempt to purify "it."

With time ticking away, at a certain moment, Fu Qian moved his hand to grab the cylinder again.

Even such a movement didn’t elicit any reaction.

Meanwhile, the restoration of bloodstains on the mask was quite apparent.

Picking up the "Messenger" with the other hand, Fu Qian directly put it on his face.

As light swirled, it proved that the handling of dimensions was quite precise, becoming the familiar bookstore’s upstairs before him.

Given that it wasn’t open for business, the quietness was equally considerable.

And the light streaming in from outside the window already had a touch of dusk.

But Fu Qian didn’t take much time to admire it, promptly getting up to locate the wardrobe beside him.

"Why does it feel like I have to ruin an outfit every time I return?"

In his casual gripe, Fu Qian finally managed to find and don the only remaining outfit, removing the "Soft Hedgehog Armor."

Indeed, another reason to choose here as a transit point was to change clothes.

Not everywhere has the academic atmosphere as rich as the Academy; after all, looking this way is less likely to scare people.

Checking the mirror and confirming everything was in order, Fu Qian’s hand brushed over his face, his features swiftly transforming into another visage.

Brown hair, green eyes, not particularly youthful features.

That’s right, it was Grimshaw, the mysterious Frost Demigod, who once made a name for himself in Los.

The only difference from then was the full beard covering the lower half of his face, not detracting from the appearance of wisdom and gentleness.

Although in theory, this trip could have been made even under the guise of an Academy Professor, that was only in theory.

Considering potential legal issues and his previous experiences in Leytin, Fu Qian estimated a rather high upper limit for what might be involved in this trip.

So he ultimately decided to proceed under this identity.

After packing the Demigod Flesh, Fu Qian directly activated the Blood Conquest and disappeared from the spot.

Of course, before heading out, he habitually glanced at the ground to ensure there were no new letters.

The last time he left wasn’t too long ago; Chief Yuan probably hasn’t gotten tired of the revelry in Night Holy City.

...

Click!

In the subtle but clearly heavy sound of the door closing, the pitch-black night was entirely shut out.

As a little city already past its prime, Xi Yuan’s nights weren’t exactly lively, let alone now that it was late into the night.

Like the figure entering, who evidently wasn’t fond of nocturnal activities—even if his form was exaggeratedly burly.

Besides securing the door, his hands hadn’t stopped moving, cautiously operating around, bringing forth mechanical clicking sounds.

Whew—

Long exhaling after fully activating what seemed to be a comprehensive alarm system, the figure finally turned around.

"Hi!"

Greeting him was an enthusiastic hello, freezing his half-turned body completely.

"Who are you?"

Undoubtedly shaken, but clearly evident the person returning home was no ordinary character.

"How did you get in here?"

Not attempting to exit again through cumbersome unlocking, he stood alert, examining the uninvited guest sitting there, coldly questioning.

"Compared to those two questions, don’t you think confirming whether I’m here against you is more important?"

Although his reception was less than polite, Fu Qian didn’t mind and even proactively suggested.

That’s right, after arriving in Xi Yuan, he didn’t hurry to Mid-Levels Manor to visit his old friends of the Huang Family, but chose to come here first.

After all, even if this person didn’t recognize him, they were, in essence, also an old acquaintance.

He had already visited this place once before—the representative figure of West Origin Supernatural, the Life Cherisher, the heavy hammer strongman who installed extensive protection throughout his house.

When Evil Omen was finally executed, this gentleman’s caution played a role, mostly participating as part of the atmosphere group without losing his head.

Of course, his visit this time wasn’t to delve into these past matters.

"So you’re here to kill me?"

The strongman, having taken the suggestion, retained a ready-to-strike tone, asking another question.

"That depends on the situation,"

Fu Qian’s response was gentle.

The reason for choosing this place as the first stop was simple: this person exhibited an information-savvy character last time, coupled with strong survival instincts, who else would be more suited to gather information and confirm the situation?

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