The Fool's Cage (24)
What was that?
Fu Qian looked at the thing in Su Gao's hand.
Pulling out a die with a tense expression at a moment like this was undeniably a little incongruous.
But seeing how solemn Su Gao was, the thing was probably no ordinary object.
First of all, it was definitely a Supernatural Item; Fu Qian could tell even from where he stood.
He could even sense some kind of special connection between it and Su Gao.
But with that shape, it was unlikely to be a weapon. What was she planning to do with it?
Fu Qian said nothing, deciding to wait and see.
Su Gao held the die in her hand, eyes shut, utterly absorbed.
The next moment, she crouched down, opened her palm, and tossed the die onto the floor.
Was she trying to tell her fortune?
Watching the die spin wildly across the floor, Fu Qian's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
He could faintly sense that with each roll of the die, Su Gao's will was being disturbed and pulled at, worsening an already fragile mental state.
It seemed pretty sinister. Could this have something to do with her turning into a doll?
Gambling is bad for your mental health. I knew it!
As the die gradually slowed, Fu Qian bent down and reached for it.
Blood spurted everywhere!
Before his hand could even get close, invisible blades sliced into it.
In an instant, his hand was covered in crisscrossing wounds, deep enough to expose bone.
This thing really was dangerous, and it clearly didn't want anyone else touching it.
Unfortunately, despite its fierce resistance, Fu Qian's shattered hand didn't hesitate. Even as flesh and blood flew, it seized the die in one firm grip.
An immense force surged through his hand,