The Heavenly Artisan Speaks

"Bang!"

The Apartment door slammed shut, and the girl held a beautiful, ornately carved flintlock pistol in her hand.

She also saw Fu Luo inside the room, with the bed turned upside down.

Of course, "A'yu" recognized that the other person's appearance was not the "Nian" she was familiar with.

"Who are you?" A'yu pointed her gun at Fu Luo. "If you don't give me an answer within three seconds, I'll shoot, three..."

The tight-lipped words made Fu Luo break out in a cold sweat.

He recognized the girl in front of him because her bounty had been posted on the forum for years—and she was one of the few with a photo.

This also reflects the strength of the girl in front of us—given that her appearance is not a secret, and most Player who can normally use the "forum" know that she is "A'yu" with a high bounty when they encounter her in the [Instance]...

She is still alive.

Therefore, Fu Luo couldn't even muster the slightest thought of directly confronting such a powerful opponent.

"Two..."

Let alone A'yu...

Even against a regular "Tier 3" opponent, how could a mere "Tier 1" individual like myself possibly contend?

With the countdown underway, Fu Luo's thoughts raced; he even felt that time had slowed down.

At this very moment...

The image of his best friend "May May" flashed through Fu Luo's mind.

Then, for some reason, a somewhat crazy idea and plan rushed into Fu Luo's mind along with Lin Yu.

"Hey, A'yu, relax, don't you recognize me?"

Fu Luo suppressed his nervousness and spoke calmly.

A'yu said coldly again, "I don't recognize you. Who are you?"

"Who else could I be? I'm just Twenty!"

Fu Luo said helplessly.

A'yu frowned and looked at Fu Luo.

"Twenty? Are you kidding me?"

Seeing the other person's finger on the trigger, Fu Luo quickly spoke again, "No, no, you just said there were rumors outside that I'm dead, and that your Boss is considered a jinx..."

"Let me clarify, the rumors outside are true, I did die—the last [Instance] was too dangerous, I messed up."

A'yu looked at Fu Luo and said coldly, "Is that so? Then why are you still standing here?"

"Because I have the means to Resurrection, and I have close ties with the Nightmare Demons of the Night Valley Realm, I naturally obtained some Secret Technique from them—appearance alteration is a price I had to pay."

Fu Luo explained.

"I'm not asking about the principle of 'Resurrection.' Although I didn't know before, if you really are not dead, it must be related to the Night Valley Nightmare," A'yu stepped forward almost, her flintlock pistol nearly pressed against Fu Luo. "What I'm asking is... if you are the Resurrection Twenty, how did you appear in the Real World?"

Hearing A'yu's tone and feeling the gun barrel against his chest, Fu Luo remained extremely tense.

But while he was nervous, he gradually got into the zone and then pointed to the altar at his feet.

"This—this is the altar I left here to summon myself."

Fu Luo said.

A'yu's gaze shifted to the altar, and then she examined it carefully.

She examined the runes carefully, then spoke.

"Hmm... so it really is an altar for summoning nightmares."

Hearing A'yu's words, Fu Luo was secretly delighted.

It seems to actually work!

So he quickly said again, "Would I lie to you? It's quite a coincidence, the ceremony just ended and I just got back, and you came in... What, did your Boss plan your arrival time?"

Fu Luo could easily guess who "A'yu" referred to as "Boss."

It was naturally the leader of the "Marauders," the famous "Diviner."

A'yu shook her head. "No, it might just be a coincidence... So, you really are 'Twenty'?"

As she spoke, she lowered the gun in her hand.

Seeing A'yu's actions, Fu Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, I am Twenty!"

But...

"Bang!"

Fu Luo suddenly felt a heavy punch to the face, and then lost his balance.

But before he could reach the bottom, A'yu grabbed him by the collar.

"Of course not—do you think it's fun to mess with me? Do you really think I'm easy to fool?!"

"Just because I have a fiery temper doesn't mean I'm easily fooled—I live right here in Yanjing (Beijing), and I can go to Panyuan and Liuli Factory three times every two weeks!"

"Trying to pass off Fish Eye Counterfeit ones or sell counterfeit goods in front of me? Do you really think I'm someone to be trifled with?"

"There is no one in this world who can pretend to be someone else in front of me."

As she spoke, she took out her phone Fu Luo's face.

Then A'yu took out a bundle of hemp rope and Fu Luo, who was still dizzy, up tightly. Then she posted the horrified photo from earlier to the "Marauders" app.

"Who is this guy? Does anyone know him? There's a prize for the answer!"

After waiting a few minutes, several messages popped up.

"Sherlock," Zhengcheng's "Detective," "Tier 1."

"Sherlock".

"Lucky Dog."

"It looks like Sherlock."

"Is it Sherlock of 'Order'?"

"Sister Yu caught them all! Sister Yu is awesome!"

A'yu raised her eyebrows repeatedly as she read the message.

She remembered the IDs of the first few "Marauders" members who replied, intending to go back and give them some small favors as a reward.

A'yu has always been generous, loyal, and grateful—she will definitely repay the other person even if it's just by answering their question.

Especially the first person to reply among these people—not only do they reply the fastest, but their messages are also the most complete.

A'yu took a closer look at the other person's ID.

"'Heavenly Artisan'... That's interesting. It seems to be that pretty good guy I met in Jiang City before."

A'yu even had a vague recollection of this ID.

Of course, for A'yu, the most important thing right now is...

Handle Fu Luo.

"Oh my, I didn't know you were a celebrity," she said, looking at Fu Luo. "So you're 'Sherlock'... But I've never heard of 'Order' before."

"That's pure slander! I've only worked for 'Order' a few times," Sherlock, bound tightly like a piece of Japanese char siu being cooked, cried. "Of course, I've also used 'Order's' name to my advantage to make my own decisions... But honestly, if I say I'm a member of 'Order,' they'll definitely deny it!"

"Enough with the nonsense," A'yu interrupted him, "What exactly are you doing here?"

"I... I just came to see 'Twenty.' We're both 'Detective,' but I haven't been able to get in touch with him lately..."

Fu Luo frantically wove his final lie.

A'yu naturally didn't believe this explanation. "Still not telling the truth? You've even dug up his altar—it seems you must have accepted a mission from 'Order'!"

A'yu pulled out his flintlock pistol again.

Just then, A'yu's phone suddenly vibrated.

Who is it?

A'yu frowned, picked up her phone, and saw a private message from the "Marauders" app.

"Hmm, is it that Heavenly Artisan from earlier?"

[Heavenly Artisan: Hello, Sister A'yu. It seems you've captured Sherlock. Could you tell us under what circumstances you caught him and what your plans are?]

[Heavenly Artisan: I have a personal grudge against him. If you intend to kill him, I hope you can do me the favor and let me do it.]