Chapter 573: Chapter 573 My Name_1 Chapter 573: Chapter 573 My Name_1 After receiving the ear studs passed by Wen Li, Fu Qian controlled them to deftly spin in the palm of his hand.

It must be said that their design was quite exquisite, and even if they weren’t Transcendent items, he believed they could fetch a good price.

It seems I’m an absolute killer when it comes to jewelry.

Having completed his appraisal and recalling a certain Tan’s bracelet, Fu Qian felt a wave of emotion.

In the next moment, under Wen Li’s gaze, he slowly clenched his hand.

This scene indeed resembled a common magic trick. However, what Wen Li couldn’t see was that, in the unseen area of his palm, a mouth full of sharp teeth had grown and swallowed the ear studs whole.

“Doing magic?”

For Wen Li, Fu Qian’s words undoubtedly had a bit too much of a leap, and she had apparently given up guessing as she watched silently, waiting for the mystery to be unveiled.

Meanwhile, after the ear studs were “swallowed,” Fu Qian quickly noticed a change.

First, the entire world seemed to dim a little in his eyes, even the colors became muddled.

At the same time, a fluctuating melody appeared seemingly out of nowhere in his consciousness.

The unbidden sound must have been the effect of the ear studs.

Fu Qian nodded, silently experiencing all the changes.

First was the digestive efficiency. The ear studs that had just been swallowed were almost instantaneously dissolved, without any symptoms of indigestion.

He vividly remembered the time he ate Su Gao’s dice, and how he was afflicted with terrible backlash.

This ease of digestion must be partly due to the item itself not being of a high grade, and on the other hand, his digestive ability seemed to have greatly improved under the effect of “Insight.”

So Wen Li felt calmer after wearing the ear studs because of this special melody?

A kind of requiem she wasn’t even aware of, playing on loop by her ear?

From her previous description, she clearly had no awareness of this effect.

The fact that I could manifest it may be related to my maxed-out “Inspiration.”

As he pondered, Fu Qian focused all his attention on the strange melody, which seemed to become clearer and clearer.

Doesn’t it sound like a human voice?

And just then, Fu Qian couldn’t help but frown.

He wasn’t talking nonsense. As the melody became clearer, he could vaguely make out that it indeed sounded like a human speaking, albeit with a strange pitch and interspersed with faint crying.

Just as Fu Qian felt he was about to discern the specifics of the content, he suddenly found that his surroundings had transformed.

No longer were there a counter and bookshelves in front of him, nor was Wen Li to be seen.

In their place was the interior of a majestic building, where the dim light exposed shelves toppled every which way, as if ravaged by a tornado.

The flecks of light floating in the air, like tangible rainbows, provided illumination around.

If not for the items on the ground, I would’ve almost thought I’d been disconnected and sent back to the storage.

Fu Qian shook his head and bent down to try and touch a book at his feet.

It clearly had fallen from one of those shelves, suggesting this place resembled an ancient library.

But just as the tip of Fu Qian’s finger touched it, the book rapidly decayed into dust, denying him the opportunity to look through it.

This place is indeed a bit too unreal!

Fu Qian wasn’t too surprised by this since, at this very moment, following a special sense, he could still locate himself sitting in the bookstore.

It seemed he was simply projecting his consciousness here.

Should he wish it, he could return at any moment with a single thought.

It must have been the effect of the ear studs that had followed that voice and led him into this special place.

In fact, Fu Qian could now hear that voice, and it had become much clearer.

“Can’t find… I… here… very… safe…”

Through the intermittent sobs, Fu Qian finally pieced together a sentence.

Every pause was a cry, sad to the extreme.

It couldn’t be denied, this was all too fitting.

The silent and gloomy ancient building, the unrestrained weeping, are you a witch?

Amidst a wave of emotion, considering he could leave at any moment, Fu Qian decisively chose to explore.

Fortunately, the stairs inside the building weren’t as fragile as those books.

When Fu Qian attempted to step on them, he found they were slightly unstable, yet still entirely capable of supporting his weight.

Since the crying clearly came from the floor above, after patiently ensuring there were no abnormalities, he directly climbed, step by step, toward the sound.

As he walked, Fu Qian even tried to touch the free-floating brilliance with his hand.

As expected, his palm passed right through it, but the light itself wasn’t without reaction; it almost instantly set off an invisible disturbance.

Under the tremor, Fu Qian even felt his very existence was affected.

If he had come here before solidifying his profession, he feared there could have been trouble!

Feeling the change within himself, Fu Qian remarked.

The moment his existence became unstable, Fu Qian sensed he seemed to be under a subtle scrutiny, much like when he first ascended to demigodhood, though it stabilized and passed in a flash.

Even so, he couldn’t afford to be careless; this place was quite peculiar. Currently, it was as if he was multitasking by entering here–if his real consciousness were to suffer any invasion, it would likely affect reality, too.

Lost in thought, Fu Qian had already reached the top of the last flight of stairs and laid eyes on his target.

It really is a witch!

Looking at the scene before him, Fu Qian couldn’t help but frown for a moment.

On an extended balcony on the second floor, a short-haired woman crouched, covering her face and crying, her body pale and withered to an exaggerated extent.

Additionally, what was particularly striking was that she wore not what one would consider typical clothing.

Instead, her body was adorned with large, vivid marks that looked like irregular pieces of colored glass.

Under the refraction of the airborne rainbow light, they appeared exceptionally dazzling.

At this moment, the woman was crying with such abandonment that she completely failed to notice Fu Qian’s arrival.

In this situation, Fu Qian didn’t rush forward to startle her, choosing instead to silently observe from the sidelines.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that she wasn’t limited to that one sentence.

Within the mournful sobs, Fu Qian quickly distinguished other words.

“Listen… to my voice, don’t let there be no one… to hear me speak.”

“My name… is Liliyana.”

She couldn’t be introducing herself, could she?

After clearly hearing a name being mentioned, Fu Qian frowned even more.

Although it seemed illogical, the woman’s demeanor was evidently that of talking to herself.

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That brought up the question, why would someone emphasize their own name to themselves?

Out of worry of forgetting it?

Fu Qian guessed a possibility.

And just then, the witch seemed to recall some sorrowful memory, her crying intensified by so much that one could even hear the evident fear in her voice.

“Only… a little left… I don’t want to continue the task.”