Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1474: Chapter 1472: Idol of Wrath

One must not gaze directly at the God, nor criticize the God.

Fear has always been an essential part of faith.

For Fu Qian, the group called the Greedy Worms were quite a rare testing material.

First, understand their essence, which is the oath tool of the Death Overlord.

At the same time, as a truly cohesive group, they have rather good information-sharing attributes due to their connections with each other.

And they are among the few who know their true name.

Most importantly, they are unaware of their own essence; the only one who knows the truth, Brother Ah Wei, has already been sent to the Unseen Hillock by Fu Qian.

In this context, they are indeed suitable for testing matters related to faith, and even the old faith—

The state of the Death Overlord and what exactly has happened to Him.

So, although busy with affairs, Fu Qian has never cast aside the guiding plan for the group.

And after showing hope yesterday, facing doubts and even offense, punishment is indispensable.

Telling Wen Li she can continue to come to work today wasn’t just about selling books.

However, even with this person helping to spread fear, it still feels somewhat inadequate.

Fu Qian was pondering since yesterday, wondering what form punishment should take.

And sure enough, after some morning exercises not long ago, the newly acquired reward seemed quite fitting.

The shadow of death, which no one fears, penetrates everything, and this description fits well with the current weak connection.

Moreover, compared to Calamity Authority, it seems that damage to the body need not be worried about.

After all, if the former isn’t controlled well, a literal head explosion isn’t out of the question.

And regarding the fear of injury, Fu Qian doesn’t believe that with these people’s resources, they can extend the duration to fifty-nine hours.

Of course, everything depends on the actual use effect—

Ripples of fear surged, raising Fu Qian’s evaluation of the rewards of this task to another level.

On the one hand, it is truly effective.

Once the target is locked and activated, even following a feeble connection, the shadow of death is delivered without any diminution.

On the other hand, even upon successful activation, the statue remains extremely low-key with no fancy special effects, and even the perceptual fluctuations are very faint.

Indeed, as people age, they tend to return to simplicity, and this thing is just too suitable for underhanded plays.

Amidst praises, Fu Qian noticed the gaze of volunteer Miss Wen.

It’s apparent that the object Fu Qian held, due to its excessively bizarre shape, roused her curiosity despite just being at full power during her rest.

However, Fu Qian never intended to hide it, directly handing it over.

"Thank you..."

It was clear Wen Li wasn’t too keen on taking it, but her good upbringing made her accept it while expressing gratitude.

In response, Fu Qian merely nodded slightly, focusing attention on the other side of the connection.

Without a doubt, an intense discussion was underway over there, and quite a few had gathered.

The old man, who always held reservations, was the host of Jiang En’s exclusive auction, bearing the full appearance of an immortal.

Opposing him fiercely was another familiar figure—Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist.

This lady was probably the most unfortunate yesterday, getting directly hit by a calamity explosion.

Indeed, steadfast faith cannot do without suffering.

Amidst admiration, Fu Qian watched the old man’s reaction with great anticipation.

...

"You all..."

The old man was undoubtedly the focal point of everyone’s gaze at this moment.

Not because a meteor hit him over the head, but because the terrifying shock striking everyone happened right after his words of doubt.

This overly smooth transition left people no choice but to ponder the cause-and-effect relationship within.

Noticing this, he clearly lacked the energy to make any defense, instead murmuring while unable to resist looking up.

The cold death shadow, hanging infinitely high, was so clear in perception.

As if one could see the ice containing endless annihilation forces, madly condensing and expanding, smashing down with unstoppable momentum, ready to bring eternal darkness upon oneself.

This bizarre death omen, beyond perception, overlapped with the fear rising unreasonably in the heart... Rather than an attack, it felt more like the wrath of a Superior Being.

"Have you felt..."

Golden spines emerged from the surface, as if rapidly donning spiked armor, and the old man, feeling treated specially, sought resonance first.

Although blurry, as a viewer, Fu Qian was easily reminded by this form.

When he sent away three people with Worm Whistle, this one used a similar tactic in a desperate state.

Indeed, outward appearances often contrast with the inside; appearing pure and ascetic, but in fact a master of manipulating the body.

Unfortunately, this time, the old man must endure a trial of the mind.

...

"What?"

The first to respond on-site was, indeed, Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist, who was just debating with the old man, though it seemed barely suppressing surging fear.

The old man’s display of slight instability, being the usual leader, somewhat deepened the unease among the team.

"Pure, unreasonable fear, just as you spoke..."

But after catching her breath, she quickly described her condition before the old man could answer.

"No, it’s more than that... There’s something above me."

From this statement and the reactions of others, the old man seemed to realize the seriousness of the issue, forcing out a response while looking up again.

Yet driven by a strong survival instinct, he couldn’t shed the golden quill armor.

"Ah... What is that thing?"

True to the name of true solidarity, the present Greedy Worms couldn’t understand the old man’s words, yet could sense the despair in his tone, prompting them all to question at once.

Then upon truly wringing out an explanation, they all fell into silence again, uniformly.

That should do it.

Next, for the old man, it should be a rare life experience.

Seeing the atmosphere set so smoothly, Fu Qian contentedly withdrew his focus, leaving the group to overthink and plan.

As an accomplice to the Evil God, Miss Wen furrowed her brows while tinkering with the statue, cooperatively silent.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Such an understanding volunteer naturally filled Fu Qian with encouragement.

"Is the lunch break over?"

The speed at which Wen Li returned the statue was slightly swift, while she smiled and shook her head.

"How could it be? It’s just begun."

However, the employer took it with one hand and passed another item with the other.

"Go out and chat with a friend, is Brother Jiang En still living in his original place?"