The cold wind howled.
Although he had become a human radar, Fu Qian didn't head straight into town to slaughter everyone.
He chose to follow the route he'd taken before, making his way to Old Town.
Given the speed of the flesh's transformation, there was still plenty of time.
There was something he wanted to figure out.
He felt the key in his pocket, then headed straight for the snowy spire of the church.
A few minutes later, Fu Qian leaped down from the church rooftop once more.
In the darkness, the stained-glass window he hadn't had a chance to inspect last time still shone brilliantly.
After confirming that there was no movement nearby, Fu Qian made his way down and soon reached the window.
Up close, the surface of the stained glass seemed to be covered by a transparent veil.
Fu Qian reached out and found that he seemed to touch a hidden boundary.
He pushed harder, and the stained-glass window slowly swung inward.
He waited two seconds. When nothing attacked, Fu Qian squeezed inside.
There really was something here!
The scene behind the stained glass made even Fu Qian gasp in admiration.
There was actually a separate space beyond it.
It wasn't very large, only about ten square meters.
The furnishings inside were simple. Beneath a window that took up almost half the wall stood a huge easel.
Beside it was a tall stool with several paintbrushes and a dried-up palette on top.
There was nothing else.
Fu Qian stepped forward. The easel held a completed painting.
The scene in the painting looked incredibly intricate. The most striking feature was the seven colored rays in the sky.
It was exactly the same view as the one from this window.
This was...
The next moment, Fu Qian sensed