Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1983: Chapter 1978: Mathematical Euphoria (39)

In this journey to the afterlife and Paradise, may you comprehend the emptiness of all karma barriers; this old man’s profound shock might hold some meaning after all.

Especially when you learn to face someone questioning you with a weapon, don’t change the subject.

Without a single groan, the moment the Masked Lady fell stiffly to the ground, Fu Qian silently released her soul as well.

Although according to the rules of this false Paradise, being harmed by a traitor doesn’t count for much—it’s just another round of reincarnation—he wasn’t about to kill someone on a whim due to their impolite behavior.

It was merely to increase efficiency.

Fu Qian didn’t have much of an issue with these performance artists, but undoubtedly, because of the way their minds work, any communication can easily be misinterpreted and become part of their performance art.

For instance, whether he truly intended to go to the Brotherhood or was deliberately saying so for an alternative causality, it’s easy to get caught up in a layered thought process.

Yet if he happens to commit a major crime simultaneously, it undoubtedly becomes much more convincing.

”Heinous crime—”

Gordo’s reaction very much illustrates this point.

He almost synchronized his movements, squatting down to see if the Masked Lady was really dead.

And even before the veil was removed, the distinctive scent that was released immediately provided the answer from a sensory perspective.

At that moment, Gordo’s voice even turned shrill.

”You are the one who woke up earlier... Lu Ming?”

And the fact proves once the external brain is removed, smart intelligence can still prevail.

Seemingly realizing something abruptly, Gordo then proposed a startling idea.

”But that’s impossible... How did you escape Punishment and come here instead...”

But the next moment, he instinctively denied it himself.

Fu Qian’s strike had clearly shaken his posthumous worldview to the core.

”Very well, but we can talk while walking, show the way first.”

Fu Qian was quite satisfied with this reaction, using a black cloth to wipe off the blood from the golden gourd, signaling to Gordo.

...

Not until Gordo led the way did tiny petals start growing on the Masked Lady’s body.

And her veil never got removed in the end.

The reason Fu Qian was satisfied with Gordo’s reaction was largely due to the substantial amount of information it contained.

To instantly associate the person whose skull was smashed in front of him with the unrelated ”Lu Ming,” even knowing the latter was supposed to have faced Punishment, the only explanation is that his misdeeds had already spread here.

And serial malicious cases are always easily linked together.

It seemed that despite the time passing by as they shuttled back and forth, the passage of time in the City of Extreme Evil was relatively normal.

He was increasingly looking forward to the scene at the Brotherhood incense hall.

”So when did you hear about it?”

After running vigilantly for a while and boarding a carriage, Fu Qian finally consulted Gordo for details.

The skull smashing was merely to quickly convince others of what he said; the reason for choosing to knock the lady instead of Gordo was simple—Gordo seemed to run faster.

And it proved to be a correct judgment.

”Just heard, everyone was very surprised.”

Gordo almost immediately responded, his tone restored to being as calm and steady as an ancient well.

”Did you hear anything else?”

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

”No.”

Gordo’s gaze fell on the small hammer in Fu Qian’s hand, pondering before answering.

It was quite reasonable; if he had heard about Fu Qian’s actions at the Brotherhood incense hall, the lady would likely have called off this action.

”Head to the church first.”

Without doubting Gordo’s answer, Fu Qian looked ahead and issued a new command.

”...But the church is just up ahead.”

Faced with Fu Qian’s demand, Gordo dared not refuse, yet couldn’t help but express his emotions.

”Indeed, so I meant to stop up ahead.”

...

Once you show acceptance of the worst outcome, often you’ll find a fleeting reward like a flashback from death.

For instance, Brother Gordo at this moment, looked like he had no intention of superficial compliance.

”I’ll wait here.”

Without asking more or saying too much, wasting no time, he swiftly parked the carriage in front of the church, directly indicating he’d wait outside obediently.

The only subtle gesture was that while speaking, he couldn’t help but glance inside the church, seemingly curious about what exactly was in there that Fu Qian had to come first.

This must be what the Tomb Guardian referred to as the karma barrier.

In theory, in this Paradise, being killed as a victim doesn’t amount to much, just another round of reincarnation.

But Brother Gordo, like a mundane person, exhibited considerable fear.

The reason being, he simply did not want to abandon the current entangled karma.

The act of toying with the mundane world requires considerable insight and realm to sustain.

Too often those who start with this mindset are eventually played by the world’s games.

”Alright.”

In the midst of sighs, Fu Qian nodded and walked straight up.

Indeed returned... it seemed not much time had passed.

He definitely looked inside the church and quickly spotted the Priest who sat dazed.

The crime scene on the ground had been cleaned up, but it seemed the impact on him had not yet fully dissipated.

Having seen much in the White Head Holy Church, this unnamed Confession Church before him suddenly seemed more agreeable.

He didn’t go to confess to the Priest, nor to offer himself as a confessional object; Fu Qian walked straight to the place he once sat, looked up the next moment at the blank space where an insignia should have been, freezing in action there.

Very good, I gradually understand everything.

Even though there was nothing, from entering the church, Fu Qian already felt that Ecstasy starting to boil, the seed of joy had long sprouted in his heart.

And the Superior Being who grasped the related authority, the master of White Head Church, indeed left traces of different domains in various heavens, deeply intertwined with this Paradise.

Moreover, he and the Ancient Man should indeed be two separate entities, otherwise with this Seed of Ecstasy, if truly intending to influence his will, would not have been so complicated upfront.

Of course, there is still a common point between them—the animosity towards him.

The eyes behind, possibly of the Ancient Man, proved to have targeted him from the start.

The ”Stomach,” which previously reacted very little, clearly also had a vendetta against him.

Even now there was a reaction.

Unlike the layers of forced simulated ecstasy in the White Head Holy Church, a truly ”part of myself” revived, dragging the will quickly变形, as if one to eighteen vials of Bliss Potion, all shattered together in the brain.

By actively stepping into ”His” church, it finally seemed to wake someone up, activating that malice.

Fu Qian still didn’t move.

After all, he came intentionally to wake them up.