Painter trembled with rage, his collar slipping down again to reveal a chest that was hardly muscular.
"I'll find Doctor's corpse for you!"
Screech!
The sound of sudden braking came from afar, followed by another gust of wind that lifted a red skirt.
Gu Huangquan walked back in reverse. "What do you plan to do?"
Painter sighed softly, no longer in the mood for jokes, his eyes filled with worry.
"First, I need to figure out what happened and why Azure Dragon didn't want me to return.
Now that I've met Pseudo-Human Azure Dragon, the Fate Lines should be clearer. I'll deduce them first."
[Fated Hit]!
He used Fated Hit once more, his consciousness descending upon the endless silver Fate Lines.
Gu Huangquan stared at him without blinking. When silent, he resembled a stiff corpse, not even blinking his eyes.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted slightly, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.
In his eyes, Painter's state was exceedingly strange. Shock, terror, and disbelief had appeared on that perpetually smirking face for the first time.
Painter's entire body was trembling—not from the cold of wearing a dress, but from an instinctive fear.
He had never seen Painter so terrified before. Not even when Black King had set his sights on him had he been this rattled, as though he were one step away from wetting himself.
Gu Huangquan paused, then glanced at the other man's skirt. Oh, right. He couldn't wet himself now.
Pfft!
Painter's face abruptly flushed red. His whole body jerked as if struck by lightning, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Even the ebony pen in his hand fell to the ground.
"Th-this... this..."
He trembled ceaselessly, unable to utter even a complete sentence.
Gu Huangquan frowned slightly. "What did you see?"
Painter took a long while