"Leaving in such a hurry?"
The car's engine was nothing special, and Fu Qian's heart wasn't in great shape right now, so he drove very cautiously. He didn't get through the checkpoint very quickly.
But the unexpected always seemed to happen. Just as the driver's seat crossed the checkpoint line, a voice rang out abruptly.
It wasn't Su Gao, of course, nor was it one of the staff waving them through.
The voice was so hoarse and unpleasant that it outdid even Rachel's earlier disguise.
But as the saying went, it was wrong to judge by appearances. At least the meaning and tone of the words sounded quite friendly, like someone trying to persuade a guest from afar to stay.
The problem was, your scenery was nothing special either, and there wasn't a bird in sight when it came to local culture—
At one point, Fu Qian pressed the brake, catching a faint, sweet scent in his nostrils.
It wasn't an ordinary sensory experience. It vaguely reminded him of what he'd felt the first time he'd come face-to-face with the Witch.
Only that one had imprinted the concept of beauty directly into his will. This one was something else, something much more explicit.
Rancid hormones, a pus-ridden body, sores on snow-white skin... A single gentle breath seemed to leave even his neural synapses limp and weak.
And he didn't want to feel strong, either. The urge to lose himself in it grew rapidly.
All in all, it was an extremely effective invitation to stay.
As for that enthusiastic local—Fu Qian looked up and spotted a hunched humanoid figure.
It was certainly someone he hadn't seen before. Even though its features were fairly distinct, it was hard to tell whether it was male or female.
For one thing, it really did