Bottled Prisoner (4)
There was nothing left to watch.
Seeing Red-haired Butcher leave the hall, Fu Qian finally stood up.
The two girls seemed to be following a strategy of letting others draw the fire, while the members of the Wartime Alliance clearly didn't dare attack him.
There was no point staying here any longer.
Under everyone's gaze, Fu Qian strode away without looking back.
This Goddess of Sin's bedchamber looks a little shabby!
Once outside, Fu Qian surveyed his surroundings and voiced his heartfelt impression.
The hall he had just left was indeed part of a magnificent complex, but unfortunately, large sections had collapsed and fallen into ruin.
Only the faint outlines of towering walls and spires offered any hint of its former grandeur.
Farther away, he could see seemingly endless ruins—broken walls and shattered remains, bleak and desolate.
Most importantly, there wasn't a single patch of sky overhead. Could this place be underground?
No wonder they weren't worried about the prisoners giving up the game and simply running away.
The way out must have been sealed off layer upon layer as soon as the game began.
At that moment, the area around him was empty. All the buildings were shrouded in a quiet, dim glow that was difficult to describe.
Not a single one of the prisoners who had come out earlier was in sight.
That wasn't surprising. In a place this vast, it wouldn't be difficult to find somewhere to hide.
"Hello."
As Fu Qian looked around, a cheerful voice called out from behind him.
He turned and saw the girl in the white dress coming after him. She stood at a distance that didn't seem threatening and greeted him with a bright smile.
The cold-faced young man beside her was still standing guard, staring at