People these days were so irritable. They'd barely gotten back on their feet and figured out what was going on before the first thing they did was seek revenge?
Fu Qian had made a clean escape. As he continued on his way, he couldn't help lamenting how people's hearts had changed.
The foul-smelling restriction created by the Greedy Worm bigwigs was rather unusual. Even its boundaries shifted with people's movements.
Unfortunately, its tier was too low. Faced with the brute-force disruption of Blood Conquest, escaping had been easier than taking off his pants.
As for the second whistle just now, Fu Qian had known when he blew it that it wouldn't work.
Although nothing had been explicitly stated, he could tell that the Nightmare Worm hadn't responded. It seemed to have gone into hiding to digest.
But that didn't matter at all. He knew the truth, but the others didn't.
In the end, that gap in understanding had helped the survivors escape death, sparing them the fate of seeking it out all over again.
As for why he'd left so decisively, one reason was naturally to spare Chief Yuan the trouble, out of compassion.
The other was that after all the trouble he'd just gone to, there was no point in sticking around.
The only thing those people would want now was a Soul of Vengeance. They wouldn't be willing to talk about anything else.
Since that was the case, he wouldn't force the matter. After all, he'd already gained quite a lot this time.
Next, he could go find the brother who was willing to communicate with him.
He certainly had the air of a distinguished family!
Looking at the residence before him—not particularly grand, but steeped in old-world charm and laid out with tasteful irregularity—Fu Qian silently