Kapitel 151: Chapter 150: Chaos (End)_1

So that's how it is!

Fu Qian understood why the Witch had reacted that way upon seeing the Pustule Stone.

She had long known the fate of this world and had no desire to intervene.

"Speaking of which, why are you here? And imprisoned in the deepest part of the jail?"

Fu Qian recalled a question he had had before.

"Where else would I go?"

The Witch sighed silently.

"When I was born, the world was already a chaotic wasteland—thoroughly uninteresting."

"I wandered for many years and eventually found a trace of my mother's scent here, as well as a group of survivors."

"They were weak, but at least they could communicate."

"Of course, they were somewhat fearful of me."

"So, did you meet the creator of this painting?"

"No."

The Witch shook her head.

"Although some powerful people existed here back then, none possessed such ability."

"After some interaction, I realized they did not welcome me, so I pretended to be captured and let them seal me below."