The Bug Hunt
Even compared to Lita, Young Master Qin and the others were as fragile as paper.
So when Fu Qian realized that Yarakir had dragged him into a divine dream, trying to find a way out among the fragments of his will, the first people he thought of were those few.
It was hard to imagine Yarakir had the ability to break through two layers of barriers in a row. Besides, Young Master Qin and the others hadn't appeared in the dream at the time.
But in Fu Qian's view, it was still best to check, just in case there was some hidden danger.
After a preliminary remote diagnosis, everyone he was currently in contact with seemed quite normal.
And this seemed to offer further proof, to some extent, of the relationship between the Nightmare Corridor and the Bookstore World.
The Corridor clearly held a position as exceptional as the Warehouse, and could connect with different planes. Its internal elements were also extremely mixed.
When he'd previously let his imagination run wild about the speaker's origins, Fu Qian, who had never liked to restrain his imagination, couldn't help wondering about the Nightmare Corridor's nature.
But judging from what came afterward, the four dreams that followed one after another had unquestionably all come from the Bookstore World. And Young Master Qin and the others hadn't been affected at all.
Going by probability, the Corridor was still much more closely connected to the Bookstore World.
So there was a good chance that the gods like Yarakir were the same...
The reason he cared so much about those beings, who'd been locked away in permanent confinement and seemed to have no chance of causing trouble again, was actually simple—
They couldn't get out, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go back