Chapter 326: Chapter 326 The Cage for Fools (20)_1
No sooner had Fu Qian finished speaking than Souffle let out a severe growl.
Yet his unwavering gaze made it hard for her to maintain eye contact.
Indeed, even if Violetta insisted on coming along tonight, she still had many ways to cope.
Bringing her here so easily, was it because he took on too much and wanted someone to confide in, or —
Souffle, for a moment, dared not continue the thought.
The critical point was that Violetta seemed to have realized this.
She always felt that after waking up this time, Violetta had become somewhat different.
“Don’t worry, I came back the last time even when I forgot the Scarecrow’s guidance, didn’t I?”
Fu Qian patted her somewhat stiff shoulder, making a joke.
However, at his words, a mist appeared in her eyes momentarily.
“So no matter how you think about it, it’s more appropriate for me to do this. It’s also my wish.”
Pushing away Souffle’s grasping hand, Fu Qian stepped directly into the doorway.
Darkness surged up in an instant, giving a sense of his perceptions being obscured.
From this position, Souffle’s face had already become blurred.
She was obviously quite stubborn; it was very difficult to persuade her completely, so he had no choice but to use the Heartbreaker skill.
And while she was still in a state of self-doubt, he had to make a swift decision.
He waved at Souffle, who was still squatting, and without waiting for her response, Fu Qian advanced into the deeper darkness.
Just as Souffle had said, there was absolutely no sense of direction in here.
Left, right, front, back; except for the rolling fog, nothing else could be seen.
In this situation, vision rather became a disturbance. Fu Qian decided to close his eyes, trying to walk straight ahead by intuition.
However, he hadn’t taken more than a few steps when he noticed something strange.
A growing repulsive force was pushing against him.
To be precise, it was pushing him out from Violetta’s body.
In just a few seconds, he lost control of Violetta’s body.
When he opened his eyes again, Fu Qian saw a small figure standing still in front of him, back facing toward him.
He was extremely familiar with her attire and recognized her at a glance, unable to help but lower his head to look.
Was his body transformed back?
This place was indeed magical!
Fu Qian walked forward and patted the little girl’s shoulder, finding that she seemed to be trembling.
It made sense. Waking up to find herself in such a place would scare anyone, let alone a girl not even ten years old.
The sudden voice in the darkness clearly startled Violetta.
But then she quickly realized and turned around sharply.
After seeing Fu Qian’s face clearly, she visibly relaxed.
“It’s really you! How are you here? What is this place? Did I fall asleep again?”
Violetta, having regained her senses, bombarded him with questions in one breath.
It might be something worse than falling asleep.
Fu Qian looked at the little girl.
He had brought her in because he couldn’t move freely from her body.
At the same time, although Souffle was terribly worried, in Fu Qian’s view, if this world was an illusory mental prison, then seeking an exit here wouldn’t pose too much danger to Violetta.
But that was, after all, a choice of last resort. Now that he could move freely, indeed there was no reason to let Violetta stay in such a place.
“No need, so we don’t have to look for the Scarecrow.”
Fu Qian squatted down, the same as Souffle, allowing Violetta to see his face clearly.
“And don’t worry, I’m going to lead you out now.”
“Really? That’s great!”
Those words from Fu Qian brought evident delight to Violetta.
“Yes, now close your eyes, and only open them when I tell you to.”
Facing Fu Qian’s instruction, Violetta obediently nodded.
Fu Qian didn’t waste time, taking her hand and moving in the direction they’d come from.
In such darkness, it was easy to lose direction, but fortunately, they hadn’t come far.
Before long, Fu Qian saw the blurred outline of the doorway again.
“You can open your eyes now.”
He patted Violetta, pointing her toward the doorway.
“That’s the exit. Just go that way, and you’ll soon see Souffle. I won’t accompany you there.”
“What about you? Aren’t you coming out?”
Violetta asked subconsciously.
“Yes, because I don’t belong out there.”
Violetta didn’t press the matter, obediently letting go of Fu Qian’s hand.
“Thank you, Dr. Sir.”
Fu Qian didn’t say much, watching as Violetta’s figure quickly moved toward the doorway, then turned and went in the opposite direction.
Outside the gate, Souffle stood in confusion, absolutely frantic.
Then, the next moment she saw the person coming out of the door, she couldn’t help screaming and rushed to embrace her tightly.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you go in!”
After Violetta had left, she had felt increasingly uneasy and couldn’t wait to go look for her, yet to her surprise, her sister had returned by herself.
“It’s alright, even though it was very dark inside, I met Dr. Sir and he quickly saw me out.”
Violetta clearly didn’t grasp the whole situation, but still instinctively comforted her older sister.
Souffle was startled upon hearing that.
“The dwarf who helped Snow White, the one mom told us about. He has helped me twice now. And he’s not short at all, quite tall actually.”
Violetta’s explanation clearly left Souffle even more puzzled, as she looked toward the inside of the gate with a complex expression.
Having guided Violetta back to the junction, Fu Qian once again groped his way deeper in the same manner as before.
Now that he had regained his own body, he was much faster than before, and it wasn’t long before he saw a light in the darkness.
Upon getting closer, Fu Qian found it was the shape of a door.
And although it was also blurred, it was definitely different from the entrance.
Fu Qian tentatively reached out a hand and passed it through the light, detecting no abnormalities.
The next moment, he didn’t hesitate, stepping directly through the door.
When the surroundings brightened in an instant, Fu Qian spotted a figure not far off.
Clad in black, with a narrow hat and a long, Curved Sword.
Skin whiter than snow, delicate like porcelain.
Mm… that’s indeed porcelain.
This wasn’t just a resemblance, it was undoubtedly the real Ben.
Watching Su Gao sitting there, Fu Qian didn’t rush to speak.
But the latter seemed to sense something, looking up directly at him.
Something doesn’t seem quite right!
As their eyes met, Fu Qian frowned.
Compared to last time, the attire and weapon were the same, but the porcelain covering the face had spread far too much, almost blanketing the entire face.