In the room, Liang Yuntian was clearly startled by Fu Qian's actions.
He'd seen people hurt themselves, but never this ruthlessly.
Yet as Liang Yuntian stared in disbelief, Fu Qian smiled.
To Fu Qian, the terrible pain had lasted only an instant. The next moment, it was gone.
In its place was an indescribable sense of relief.
Fu Qian was certain this wasn't what death felt like.
The next moment, the scene before him suddenly shrank. Everything rushed away, then vanished into a single point.
"You've come~"
A melodious sigh rang out, so close it seemed to come from right beside his ear.
"You shouldn't resist so much."
When his vision returned, Fu Qian found himself in a long corridor, facing a towering figure.
On the wall behind it was a reddish-brown door covered from top to bottom in mysterious patterns.
The door stood open, revealing a nearly solid darkness within. He couldn't see a thing.
The towering figure was slowly turning around. It was clearly the one who had just spoken.
In fact, whether this being could even be called human was debatable.
To begin with, it had a human head, with the typical features of a middle-aged man. It even looked rather handsome.
But below the head, its body had nothing whatsoever in common with a human's.
Sharp limbs, gray-white armor, and fine hairs covering its entire body.
Its swollen belly dragged along the ground, and the long wings on its back shimmered with iridescent colors.
At a glance, it looked almost like a giant flea.
"This isn't a place you should be."
Seeing Fu Qian look over, the figure spoke again.
"Oh? Why not?"
Honestly, hearing a flea with a human head speak was strangely unsettling.
But Fu Qian had seen plenty by now. This little