The twisting of the world before him finally ceased, and Fu Jiaping's pupils contracted. He shuddered violently, looking around with a mix of shock and suspicion.
They were still standing in the same spot, Qian Er sitting atop a mountain of corpses, watching him with a grin.
"This must be the ability of the Nightmare?"
Fu Jiaping shook his head and asked in a deep voice.
Now that the Nightmare, this man-made disaster, had been eliminated, there was no need to erase memories like before.
As a senior general in the military, he naturally had the right to know.
"Looks like you've woken up. Tell me, which family is so powerful that they could buy you off to attack me?"
Qian Er said with a smile. Fu Jiaping's identity was not a problem; he was indeed the Zheng Nan General of Yan Country, which also meant that the hands of those aristocratic families had already reached into the military.
But that was normal; it would be strange if they couldn't reach in.
"Heh, are you so sure you've got me beat?"
Fu Jiaping rubbed his head and stood up. Behind him, the Tiger-Head Brocade unexpectedly spewed out a pillar of blue fire, rushing towards Qian Er, instantly vaporizing his body.
"Still too young, too bold. What a pity."
Watching Qian Er turn into ashes and dissipate, Fu Jiaping rubbed his head and said regretfully. Such a genius, if he could have been used by him, that would have been great, but alas, a pity.
Standing up, he prepared to return to the military headquarters immediately. After all, Qian Er's backing was a bit strong. If he was still wandering outside, who knew what might happen? At this time, only returning to the military headquarters, under the protection of the True King of his faction, could he be safe.
"Tiger-Head Brocade, let's go."
Jumping onto the Tiger-Head Brocade's back, he patted the fleshy crown on its head, feeling a sticky sensation.
"Is it inflamed again? Why is the fleshy crown so moist?"
He muttered to himself, puzzled. If the water and fire within the Tiger-Head Brocade's body were unbalanced, it would become inflamed, manifesting as an overly moist fleshy crown.
But that didn't make sense. It was understandable for the Tiger-Head Brocade to become inflamed in its weak stage, but now it was Quasi-King, its internal energy was complete and harmonious, how could such a situation still occur?
Also, what were these fragments in the moisture?
Fu Jiaping suddenly seemed to realize something, his whole body trembling, grabbing them in disbelief.
Crimson fleshy crown fragments slipped through his fingers, and a sharp pain spread throughout his body.
Opening his eyes again, the Tiger-Head Brocade beneath him had been dead for a long time, the wounds already obvious: two fist marks on the fleshy crown.
He subconsciously waved his fists, trying to find the trajectory of the attacker's punches.
"One punch hit the Tiger-Head Brocade's head, knocking it to the ground, one punch pierced through the Tiger-Head Brocade's crown, shattering its brain..."
His professional eyes immediately understood how the Tiger-Head Brocade had died.
At this moment, a hand gently placed on his shoulder.
"What makes you think you're still in reality, Brother Fu?"
A soft voice sounded in his ear, Fu Jiaping's originally dull eyes turned fierce, and he suddenly opened his Beast Taming Space, wanting to summon a beast to kill Qian Er.
He wasn't sure if he was in reality or not, but it didn't matter; he just needed to use a large-scale area-of-effect attack on everything here.
"Sigh, so troublesome. Can't you just be honest?"
Fu Jiaping only heard a muffled sound, and the next moment, he felt his consciousness gradually leaving his body.
In reality, Qian Er watched as the Bloodstained Saint delivered a brain-splitting blow to Fu Jiaping, completely knocking him unconscious, his entire spirit falling into slumber. In the Dream Realm, the Beast Taming Space gate that had been half-opened closed again. Behind the door, there seemed to be bursts of angry and furious roars, but nothing happened. Then, he took out his phone and dialed Yu Feiyi's video call.
"Hello, what's wrong?"
Yu Feiyi seemed to be on the road, his face full of exhaustion.
"Brother Yu, look."
He turned the screen to Fu Jiaping's face and explained the situation here to Yu Feiyi. Watching Yu Feiyi's incredulous expression, he finally asked his question.
"Can I kill him?"
As he spoke, Qian Er's eyes flashed with excitement.
"It's best not to. After all, no matter what, he's still a member of the military, and the Zheng Nan General of Yan Country. He can't die here. We have to fabricate some charges first, then give a final verdict, get him into prison, and then deal with it. In short, you must not act rashly."
Yu Feiyi earnestly advised Qian Er.
"I'll teach you. You first feel for the joint in his cervical spine, then cut into it with a knife. That will temporarily paralyze him for a period of time. During this time, he definitely won't be able to disturb you. You don't have to worry about the rest; our people will handle it."
After listening to Yu Feiyi's words, Qian Er glanced at him in surprise.
"Goodness, Brother Yu, how do you know so much about human anatomy?"
Although he said that, his hands didn't stop. He held the phone in his mouth, his left hand feeling Fu Jiaping's neck, and his right hand taking out the Sequence Three's mandibles.
Then, feeling for the bone seam, he cut down with a knife. He only saw Fu Jiaping's body twitch a few times like a dissected frog, then immediately calm down.
"Alright, even if he's a Quasi-King Beast Tamer, he'll be paralyzed for a while."
On the other end of the phone, Yu Feiyi looked at Qian Er's clean and efficient actions, feeling somewhat satisfied in his heart.
Not procrastinating, acting cleanly and decisively, striking quickly and accurately, he was a match for him. As expected, he was a qualified Dark-type Beast Tamer.
"Brother Yu, what did he say? Which family is he from?"
Sitting on the pile of corpses, with his feet on Fu Jiaping's body, Qian Er asked curiously.
"I'm not sure about that. In fact, if you hadn't told me this, I wouldn't have known that he was originally a hidden card of an aristocratic family."
On the other end of the phone, Yu Feiyi shrugged, sighing.
He naturally knew Fu Jiaping; he was his old senior. Although they didn't have any deep friendship, they were both members of the military, and they would nod and exchange a few greetings when they met. But he never expected that this old senior was actually from an aristocratic family.
"I see... I just don't know how the situation is upstairs."
Sighing, Qian Er simply lay down in the pile of corpses. Turning his head, he saw a hideous dead face.
He cursed inwardly, then turned the guy's face away, so that the back of his head with a big hole faced him.
"I'm telling you, you need to see a psychologist. After you go back, have your teacher find a professor from the Superpower Department to help you take a look."
This scene made Yu Feiyi feel a burst of physiological discomfort. Although he was used to seeing slaughter, this feeling of not treating corpses as corpses still made him feel a burst of physiological discomfort.
"Brother Yu, I think you have some misunderstanding about Dark-type Quasi-Kings. This is very normal Dark-type Quasi-King behavior."
