Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1073: Chapter 1071: Bronze Labyrinth (Three) Chapter 1073: Chapter 1071: Bronze Labyrinth (Three) “Let me think, one day during your adolescence, you watched a video tape with a restless mind and learned a name called Truman…”

“Your mind was struck by electricity, making you yearn for and disdain the world, which suddenly became laughable in an alternative way…”

“And when you walked out the door in a daze, did a chandelier really fall from the sky?”

In the gorgeous and eerie architecture, Fu Qian casually conversed with his patient while observing the surroundings.

“Is this supposed to be a mood-setting line, or a real question? Honestly, neither are very clever.”

Unfortunately, the patient wasn’t very cooperative.

Lady Cecilia, walking by his side, was mostly focused on the surrounding architecture and the kneeling statues.

“That’s astounding!”

And right after critiquing Fu Qian’s question, she expressed sincere admiration.

“It looks like real antiquities, even as if belonging to the Royal Family’s chamber, but I assure you I’ve never seen this style or the emblems on it before!”

“Indeed not bad!”

Fu Qian didn’t press further and nodded, approvingly acknowledging her taste.

The architecture in front of them was indeed lavish; luxurious without being gaudy, showing a high level of artistic achievement.

As for Lady Cecilia’s unfamiliarity with the style, the reason is simple; it’s likely inspired by another world.

Indeed, the Bronze Lady is a direct import and not locally processed, which is Fu Qian’s preferred judgment.

And if this truly originated from his ancestors, then exploring this place was even more essential.

“So it looks like, not too bad of a Nightmare, huh?”

“Indeed not too dull… but are these, really made from human limbs?”

Facing Fu Qian’s self-praise, Lady Cecilia hesitated a little but didn’t deny it.

It was clear, though perhaps not scared, the headless statues all around were quite visually striking.

“Real or fake, if I give you an answer, do you think you could verify it?”

“…No.”

And facing Fu Qian’s retort, Lady Cecilia quickly realized she had asked a foolish question.

“What difference does it make from the authenticity of this building then?”

Fu Qian’s laugh was somewhat sinister as he sidestepped between two limbs.

“Why fuss over it, just appreciating the design of the dress would be nice, right?”

…

Rendered speechless, Lady Cecilia subconsciously took a half-step back, following Fu Qian’s path through.

Looking down as she moved, she realized the passage wasn’t that narrow; it seemed he sidestepped just to avoid brushing off a dress from one of the limbs.

“So what exactly are we here to do?”

Dropping the previous topic, Lady Cecilia quickly caught up with a new question.

By this time, they had passed through the main hall, yet the kneeling statues on the stairs continued relentlessly.

Regrettably, as soon as she voiced it, the somewhat strange look Fu Qian returned made her realize this question was also foolish.

“To stir up trouble, aren’t you the one who said it?”

Of course, he answered very naturally.

…

“Actually, it has nothing to do with videotapes long before my adolescence.”

After a much longer silence and repeated frustrations, the patient suddenly spoke in a casual tone.

“One stormy night, I went to look for my Mom and saw two of her sitting together…”

Oh?

For a child, this surely was a shocking sight.

Fu Qian was very pleased to see the patient confronting the issue.

“You must have eliminated the possibility of seeing things, but considering your family’s wealth, having a double wouldn’t be surprising, right?”

“Then, I spent three identical days.”

Lady Cecilia’s expression was indescribable.

“The same time waking up, the same clothes, the same meals, the same getting lost in the house, unable to find a way out, the same lack of response…”

“Could it be just an elaborate prank?”

Fu Qian listened attentively, casually commenting.

“A prank that continues even after a hand is chopped off?”

Lady Cecilia extended her left hand, elegantly flicking through the air, her tone level.

“On the third day, in a rage, I stormed into the storeroom, took a hand axe, and chopped off this hand… Nothing happened.”

Such a Fierce Man at such a young age!

Fu Qian marveled, attempting to continue explaining.

“Even with such an ordeal, the most likely reaction for most people on waking the fourth day would be the same as yours just now—a dream—”

Fu Qian stopped mid-sentence.

In his view, Lady Cecilia had rolled up the sleeve on her left hand, her finger gracefully tracing a circle between her wrist and elbow.

On her fair skin, there was a slightly different colored mark.

“The mark I saw on the fourth day was even clearer than this.”

Lady Cecilia seemed very satisfied with Fu Qian’s reaction.

“Anything else?”

Fu Qian nodded.

“Everyone else claimed they had normal three days, but when I checked the next day, the storeroom was missing that hand axe.”

At such a young age to have gone through this, she really turned out quite well.

Fu Qian expressed considerate sympathy and understanding for Lady Cecilia’s experience.

Indeed, he could somewhat understand why she might have experienced this.

If she indeed is influenced by some kind of aggregation law, which is yet to be determined, it signifies that she might have had interactions with some Warehouse predecessors.

Recognizing this, one naturally wonders why.

To clear this up, testing with some Transcendent methods isn’t strange, and perhaps isn’t as secretive and low on side effects as a Clear Dream Ring.

And from the looks of it, the chosen hand axe, tortured over again, was probably taken as a harvest.

“Thank you for sharing.”

While analyzing, Fu Qian said.

“It sounds like a deeply buried secret of yours.”

“Are you sure, the word ‘secret’ is suitable for me?”

Fu Qian sincerely thanked her, and Lady Cecilia actually chuckled.

“But indeed, this is the first time I’ve spoken it outright, though it still seems meaningless.”

“I know some things are like a brain-in-a-vat, forever beyond my capacity to falsify alone.”

“Nevertheless, you spoke up. What then, was your purpose?”

“Do I need to say? To make this trip interesting of course.”

Lady Cecilia’s smile grew more radiant.

“I suddenly find myself quite liking this fantastical style.”

“Then you are in luck.”

Fu Qian immediately halted, nodding towards the front.

“The interesting things have arrived.”