197: Porcelain Doll (15)_1
Unsurprisingly, another phalange, trailing bloodlight, whistled through the air.
Multi-Brain Sister had numerous tricks, but it was apparent her physical resilience was quite ordinary.
After being hit by the bone bullet, her entire body was blasted away, scattering a spray of dark red liquid.
At the same time, Fu Qian harvested another tendril.
The Multi-Brain Sister, knocked to the ground, struggled to rise even though more than half of her bundle of heads had been shattered.
This time, Fu Qian did not use the Air Bullet again, instead, he stomped down once more.
Amidst layers of dreadful screams, Multi-Brain Sister met her end.
Of course, Fu Qian paid a price for this.
After stomping people repeatedly, he felt as if his right leg had been dipped in magma, with the skin already melted into a layer of scalding liquid, tightly coating the outside of his muscle.
The latter seemed to gain its own life, constantly struggling to break free.
This place really was exaggerated! Staying any longer, feared he might completely lose his human shape.
As Fu Qian lamented, he bent down and rummaged through Multi-Brain Sister’s corpse.
On her withered and mutated left hand, a dull red ruby ring was even visible.
She was undoubtedly human, but it was hard to imagine how she had ended up in such a place.
Was she also here for that thing he was searching for?
There was no other useful information on Multi-Brain Sister’s body. After examining her, Fu Qian stood up and surveyed his surroundings.
From the situation in the two corridors he had passed, this place was considerably vast.
Even without getting lost, checking it all would take quite an effort.
But Fu Qian was still very curious about what these people were digging for.
The tunnels stretching in all directions indicated that the original diggers were not too certain about the location of their target; otherwise, they wouldn’t have created this situation.
So the item might still be here.
After scanning the area once more, Fu Qian silently recalled the route he had just followed in his mind and picked a corridor in the distance.
[SAN Points -1]
Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, the dreadful prompt sounded again.
Spawned another monster?
This was Fu Qian’s subconscious reaction.
Currently being in the Blank Slate War God state seemed to make him particularly susceptible to influence.
Just as he readied himself for battle, the Snake Person’s illusion did not manifest, nor did any ethereal singing begin.
Fine then!
Fu Qian actually felt a vague sense of disappointment in his heart.
Although deadly, Multi-Brain Sister’s singing was quite pleasant to the ear.
But if it wasn’t Multi-Brain Sister, then what did the sudden deduction of SAN Points mean?
Were there other creatures? Monsters that could destroy one’s sanity without even singing?
That was going too far! One couldn’t just lose SAN Points without even knowing where the enemy was; should he return to the surface first?
Unfortunately, he still didn’t know what those people were digging for down here.
Just as he was considering whether to turn back, a thought suddenly flashed through Fu Qian’s mind.
They were digging for something… There were no monsters, but he was still losing SAN Points.
What if the very thing causing his SAN Points to drop was the object they were looking for?
Wouldn’t that mean he could use himself as a sort of human radar to locate it?
Just like he had with Multi-Brain Sister earlier.
As a man of action, Fu Qian quickly plotted a new route from his current position and set into motion.
After spending a considerable amount of time and sacrificing more than ten SAN Points, Fu Qian finally reached the end of one of the corridors.
Looking at the solid rock wall in front of him, Fu Qian felt an unprecedented sense of distortion.
He raised his right hand, and the three tendrils formed by the Air Bullet slowly explored inward through the crevices of the rock.
[SAN Points -1]
A few seconds later, Fu Qian heard the life-threatening notification again.
At the same time, the space before his eyes twisted, and a strange sense of corrosion flowed along the tentacles to his body.
An uncontrollable brutality rose within his heart, and Fu Qian felt his body and mind rapidly succumbing to corruption.
If what they were looking for was this, then one could only say that these people had truly peculiar tastes.