Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2713: Chapter 2708: Beneath the Grand Event

So easily persuaded?

One daring to say, another daring to believe, did the horror plot turn into a family celebration?

In that sudden twist, even Fu Qian couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

I have to admit, the feeling of watching the play unfold while lying down without moving a muscle is quite pleasant.

There’s a kind of relaxed feeling like ”after fighting your whole life, can’t you enjoy yourself for once.”

But relaxation aside, if the play’s too fake, it doesn’t work. The harmony is overly deliberate.

Whether it’s the candle discoverer from camera two, or the Executioner lurking behind, their roles don’t appear too naïve, making the conversation increasingly bizarre.

Under normal circumstances, such dialogue should scarcely result in such harmony.

Even if some odd plot had an intruder admiring the Executioner for ages, refusing to harm her, it would be hard for the Executioner to believe.

Yet, this result seemed to have been achieved...

Until camera two continued its perspective shift, slowly moving behind the Executioner and leaving, no further verbal or physical actions arose.

The Executioner seemed oddly confident in the other’s promise—why is that?

As the saying goes, every abnormality is a glimpse of the causal chain.

For a scholar like Fu Qian, at that moment there was no dissatisfaction, instead, he was excited by the hunt.

Not only posing questions, but the answers were also revealed simultaneously—

The current factors combined seem unreasonable, doesn’t it prove there’s a particularly strong external factor?

One he hasn’t grasped yet, possibly even in the Transcendent realm.

After all, the previous twist was too abrupt.

The only pity is, at the moment, no one can help him verify.

Until the Dark Gate closed behind him, the Executioner made no attempt to keep him.

Hehe...

Only a low chuckle.

Oh?

Fu Qian instantly recognized the chuckle was unfamiliar, it didn’t belong to either of the two previously conversing.

An expert—of course not.

Although the chuckle evoked a feeling of a puppet master behind the scenes, Fu Qian didn’t rashly complicate things.

Don’t forget he is in a viewing state.

Rather than believing someone else is hiding in the darkness, controlling everything, there’s a simpler explanation—another camera change.

Evidence includes the dim light still before his eyes, even at times appearing fuzzy.

...

So where is this?

The mix of disorientation and camera two’s closing door action, is quite well-coordinated.

Making that moment feel like the brief discomfort after exiting a dark room.

But as the feeling quickly dissipated, Fu Qian confirmed the door by his hand was the wrong size.

Additionally, although the lighting isn’t ideal, it’s clear this place is above ground.

There’s even a tiny window, though the curtains are tightly shut.

The place is correct.

In these circumstances, Fu Qian still came to a conclusion logically.

Though not completely identical, the curtain’s design and style obviously resemble what he saw at Em House Palace.

Apparently, Mr. Ji Sr.’s current task indeed revolves around the Larea Royal Family.

Even the figure below the curtain, their attire exhibits some cheerfulness.

Yes, aside from camera three currently positioned inside the room, there’s another person standing.

An unfamiliar face, middle-aged, male, dressed exquisitely.

Above the thin lips, is a meticulously groomed mustache.

The chuckle earlier was apparently from his mouth.

It’s confirmed, not just by sound positioning, but also because the corner of his mouth has yet to lower.

”Are you sure you want to remain innocent?”

Facing the scrutiny from Fu Qian’s direction, he even blinked and asked this odd question.

...

Not only not following Mr. Ji Sr. to complete tasks, not even focusing on the Executioner’s perspective?

The pattern of camera shifts seemed somewhat unpredictable.

Anyone could hear Lord Hu Ba’s tone wasn’t kind, and that smile carried an icy chill.

But at that moment, Fu Qian was fully immersed in this special experience, feeling very relaxed.

Compared to the immediate crisis, what intrigued him more was the untraceable pattern present.

First the new groom Don Juan replaced, then another news mystery altar... Up to now, the mystery is ample.

This once widely-watched event had quite an undercurrent behind the scenes.

However, there’s one unavoidable question, why show him this?

Suppose the conjecture is true, he’s re-experiencing Mr. Ji Sr.’s work in an alternative way...

Even without a first-person view, shouldn’t it unfold around his actions?

After the first camera entry, people vanished completely before the altar part.

If it’s because of the Executioner’s eyes that this journey took place, it’s not just about warehouse administrator theme, but about records of the past event, then shouldn’t he be following the Executioner’s perspective?

However, a mere glance confirmed to Fu Qian that the current camera three is neither the groom nor the bride.

Shockingly, like the opposite side, another stranger...

This perspective switch unexpectedly has a hint of montage.

”I really don’t understand, don’t understand your meaning... I did nothing!”

During the critique, camera three finally responded, sounding truly innocent.

Furthermore, demonstrated the inclusivity of the perspective, this time even a female voice.

Amidst fervent denial, trembling vocal cords certainly reflect inner fear.

”Are you sure? If you did nothing, why would you be here?”

Regrettably, Lord Hu Ba showed little compassion, merely sounding more mockingly, indicating around with his chin.

Good question... this question seems fitting for the earlier scenario too.

Hard to tell what camera three thought, but at that moment, Fu Qian found it amusing.

Additionally, Lord Hu Ba’s words have great visualization quality, he didn’t abduct the person here, but followed and cornered them here.

And this place is clearly somewhere camera three should not be.

Of course, faced with such questioning, there is usually a standard answer—

”I don’t know, I’m just lost.”