Had it really become this unstable?
Tir stood at the center of the encirclement, watching the three people before him instantly turn into skewered candied fruit. The sight hit him hard, and his thoughts ran wild.
Those tangled roots beneath the surface were actually made of this stuff?
The rumors were true. The entire swamp was a special kind of supernatural creature, and it was even gradually coming to life?
It had attacked with clear intent just now, but why had it specifically avoided him?
"Fancy meeting you here, Old Man!"
Tir's mind was full of questions, and he was having a crisis of faith, when a voice suddenly rang out ahead.
Tir jerked his head up and saw that a masked figure had appeared there at some point.
"Mr. Fu..."
He asked in disbelief.
"Hello!"
Fu Qian answered, looking around.
"One against three, and you've still got it, Old Man!"
"It wasn't me..."
Seeing that Fu Qian had mistaken him for the one who killed the three people before them, Tir instinctively tried to explain.
But then his body stiffened, and he spun around to look at Fu Qian again.
"Did you do that just now?"
Could that scene just now have had something to do with this mysterious young man? Otherwise, how could it have happened so perfectly?
"What?"
Unfortunately, Fu Qian's tone didn't change in the slightest, and his expression gave nothing away.
"...Never mind."
Tir hesitated, but ultimately decided to let it go.
For one thing, what had happened just now was so astonishing that it was hard to believe a human could have done it.
And even if the person before him really had been responsible, that would mean he had saved Tir's life.
As someone who knew how to read a situation, Tir saw