This was the first time he'd encountered a situation like this.
Fu Qian looked around and couldn't help frowning.
A failed containment was one thing; he'd just have to return to the Warehouse and start over.
But this situation—
Fu Qian looked up at Bai Jinting's seat.
Bai Jinting had been smashed to pieces right under his feet, yet now he was sitting there as if nothing had happened.
Was this a complete reset?
Was he supposed to do it all over again the way he had before?
No, that wasn't right.
Something was different.
For one thing, the host's voice had changed. There seemed to be a strange hint of madness in it.
And listening closely, the audience's cheers had almost turned into the howls of wild beasts.
And then there was this one.
Fu Qian looked down at the Priestess. Her breathing was growing more and more labored, and strange, meaningless sounds were even coming from her throat.
Something was wrong!
Without hesitation, Fu Qian reached out and knocked her on the head.
The Priestess shuddered all over, sucked in a deep breath, and sat bolt upright.
"How do you feel?"
Looking at the redness in her eyes, Fu Qian grew even more certain of his suspicions.
"I feel awful!"
Before the Priestess could come to her senses, her features twisted. She clutched her head tightly, unable to help herself.
At the same time, her other hand scratched incessantly at the table, making a teeth-grating sound.
But she was only flesh and blood. Before long, her nails broke and blood ran freely.
"Where does it hurt?"
"E-Everywhere."
"How does it hurt?"
"Terribly..."
"Go back to sleep for a while."
Fu Qian shook his head and struck her on the neck.
She stopped struggling and slumped back down with