Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2257 The Black Guide

"Where to go?"

No matter how calm Fu Qian's tone was, this turn of events was far too abrupt.

So much so that even lobbyists who seemed to have lost their ability to speak couldn't help but speak out for their own rights.

Not only were they forcibly summoned to the scene, but their work was already assigned to them before they even understood the situation.

Even if it's a nightmare, this is a bit too dark.

"That's fine, don't worry about us not being able to afford the tickets."

Fu Qian's response remained amiable, and he exchanged a glance with the witch.

The latter remained silent, clearly having no objection to the arrangement.

"Aren't you afraid that I have ulterior motives and will lead you to a dangerous place... into a trap they have set?"

The lobbyist, however, could not control his emotions and readily proved that he had overheard their conversation.

"Don't worry, even if you don't have ulterior motives, you will definitely lead us into a trap."

He waved his hand dismissively, remaining as amiable as ever, though his remarks were unusually scathing.

His point is simple: you don't need to worry about malicious intent at all; even if you don't want to be malicious, you're not that kind of person.

……

It was clear that the lobbyist was devastated at that moment; as a dignified God Eater, his sense of powerlessness was palpable.

Although the statement made before the payment was not actually intended to be malicious.

This was indeed his judgment based on the current situation; otherwise, there would have been no need to call in the lobbyist again.

Based on the interactions we've had with them, it's clear that the lobbyists have been thoroughly corrupted by the prisoners, their personalities becoming fragmented.

Even though he can still communicate normally now, he might have a mental breakdown at any time.

In this situation, even if someone wants to cooperate actively, they probably can't lead the way.

The route they take will inevitably reflect the prisoners' will—that's exactly what we want.

Learn to pass the problem to your opponent.

From the moment I left until now, all I've been imagining is my own interaction with the witch, which I've now displayed before the prisoners.

And it is believed that they have a high degree of understanding of the determination they conveyed.

None of us are easily intimidated. Under pressure, the Prisoners' Alliance certainly won't disband just like that, but it's not necessarily true that it will remain as stable as Mount Tai.

In this situation, instead of wandering around aimlessly, it's better to hand over the guiding work to them and see how they handle things.

As mentioned earlier, time constraints require efficiency, including when the situation deteriorates.

As for what to do if the prisoners go in circles—that means the pressure isn't high enough.

Regardless of what the lobbyist does later, Fu Qian is confident that he can quickly get the prisoners back on track.

And I believe the witch understands and supports this acceleration plan.

"it is good……"

Unfortunately, the person involved seemed to lack understanding.

Faced with the overly sharp comments, the lobbyist's expression was quite varied before he finally let out a cold laugh.

He didn't refuse Fu Qian's suggestion, and the next moment he turned around and walked ahead.

……

The order of the doors hasn't changed.

True to his word, seeing the persuader disappear into the thick fog, Fu Qian indeed followed the witch out of the room.

Once outside, as you walk along, you can see that although the scene under the thick fog is somewhat distorted, the overall outline is still intact.

Even the order of the doors along the way matched that of the upper level; the chaos seemed to only manifest itself at the larger door at the back—and of course, the increasingly loud mooing of the cows. Click!
Just as he was making his conclusion, the lobbyist stopped and opened a door in front of him.

Why did he make this choice? It was undoubtedly a complex emotional journey, and I have no intention of interpreting it before I finish writing.

But once the iron-black door opened, the roar that rushed out was unavoidable.

Is it really Sister Bullhead?
Indeed, at that moment the cow's bellowing was deafening, and even the fog in front of us surged like a tide.

As he rolled, a pose he had been reminiscing about appeared.

Facing this way at an angle, the woman holds a huge yellow bull's head in her hands, slowly raising it high amidst the bull's deep and long roar, as if praying to some unseen entity there.

Of course, the design is not exactly the same as it was in the original mission.

The clothes and the body were quite dry, and apart from the color of the fur, the overall shape of the cow's head no longer resembled that of a yellow cow.

The dense array of horns, exceeding double digits at a glance, stretched out in various directions, intertwining to form a bizarre scene.

With the cow's mouth wide open, you could even see the piercing through it.

The change in design has clearly resulted in an increase in power.

At the time, the mission could only affect a group of ordinary people lining up to have their heads removed, but now even the lobbyists who were at the forefront seemed to be struggling to resist.

"It looks like someone's blocking the road—"

He stiffened for a moment before turning around and handing the question over to the driver.

However, before he could even finish speaking, the shouts that had been fueling his momentum came to an abrupt halt.

It was as if the scene of the witch's appearance was being replayed. At that moment, even the mist droplets dancing in front of us seemed to have been drained of all their power and stood still in place.

While Sister Bullhead, who was in the middle of it, was not covered in frost, she stood there like an ice sculpture.

click -

Before the lobbyist could even further emphasize the difficulties, fine cracks had already appeared on the hands of the person blocking the way, and these cracks quickly spread to his body and the bull's head.

What followed was an avalanche-like scene.

Numerous tiny tissues began to surge downwards, becoming uncontrollable in an instant.

However, by the time it landed, it had completely merged into the fog, and the latter began to tumble again.

"continue."

The witch's voice then rang out.

……

The pressure brought by Sister Bull's sudden and tragic death was naturally relieved.

However, the persuader, now free, didn't even offer his thanks; he just stared blankly at the spot.

It seems that coming here earlier doesn't mean they can escape suspicion of being passive or uncooperative.

However, the power of the Dark Moon is such that it never gives any room for villains to play tricks.

As the least involved spectator, even though the witch didn't make any moves at that moment, Fu Qian was still quite certain that it was the Pope's doing.

It has to be said that it was a very decisive decision.

Sister Bull was clearly judged as a low-value target, not worth communicating with, and was thus instantly eliminated.

The witch clearly understood that the purpose of having the prisoners demonstrate their skills was to showcase their abilities.

And it is believed that the prisoners also received this determination.

click -

Reassuringly, the distraught lobbyist, without needing any further prompting, stubbornly recovered.

Without uttering a sound, he lowered his head and walked through the unobstructed space, opening another large door.

A beam of ethereal blue light, so refreshing to the soul, spilled out even before anyone entered the room.