Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2343: Chapter 2338: The List (25)

Is this what "I grew up to become you" means? Mr. Cardon Sr. once commented on his father’s traits, only to find them appearing on his own face.

At that moment, Fu Qian remained motionless, merely watching the transformation quietly.

One must admit, Cardon’s description was quite accurate; in the blink of an eye, it was as if there were two faces there.

Red as blood, white as a Dead Man.

No normal person could achieve this. It undoubtedly belongs to the realm of the Transcendent changes, and it likely resulted from his recent behavior.

Moreover, for Cardon, it seemed not entirely bad, as the Blood Face grew more ferocious while his own facial features calmed down.

As the contrast intensified, at one moment, the Blood Face even surpassed its host, beginning to tear itself free.

Even the ethereal bloody body filled in details rapidly, becoming more solid.

Squeak—

When he sat up from the bed and got down, the worn mattress groaned under the strain of two people’s weight.

"Why did you do this to him?"

Before Fu Qian could greet, the newly appeared figure was already staring his way, questioning him first.

...

It shouldn’t be Cardon Sr. in his youth, although there is a certain resemblance in demeanor.

So it really is Mr. Dickens?

Having faced so much unpleasant treatment, Fu Qian completely disregarded it, focusing entirely on observing that figure.

Much younger than Cardon Sr., with a similarly gaunt face, and sharper eyes.

Another reason to identify him as the father who was a doctor was the long robe with teeth marks he wore, just like the one on the skeleton.

"Are you Cardon’s father? Sorry, we were just playing around earlier."

No matter how he appeared, he was still an elder acquaintance.

Fu Qian didn’t persist in his impolite silence, greeting with a cheerful smile.

While speaking, he gestured towards Cardon’s chest, indicating that he accidentally pierced it while fooling around.

"I’m not talking about that; I’m asking why you disregarded his last wish."

Mr. Dickens’ response was fitting, showing no concern for being shot in the chest, stressing that the main issue was Fu Qian’s disturbance.

"It’s something he has always wanted to do, and you are aware of it, but instead of helping, you are causing trouble?"

Since the only seat was occupied by Fu Qian, Mr. Dickens quickly sat back at the windowsill, pointing at the person lying on the bed and continued to reprimand.

One must admit, his words sounded quite righteous and stern.

Ignoring everyone’s appearance, it was like a parent strongly mediating a conflict between two young people.

Although most of the time, such behavior only worsens the situation—

Fu Qian stayed silent, just looking over.

Only to see another bloody mark rising from Cardon’s otherwise calm form.

This one appeared distinctly smaller in stature, even with long hair hanging down.

A woman?

...

It’s not surprising; they say before people die, their mind flashes through various significant figures in their life.

Fu Qian continued to scrutinize this second figure.

Immediately sat on the bed’s edge, silently gazing over, not speaking.

Normally, if it were Lucy appearing, it would be easier to understand, but unfortunately, it was an unfamiliar face.

Only slightly younger than Mr. Dickens, also thinner and with a more serious expression.

Nonetheless, Fu Qian felt he could still speculate about the identity.

Because she too wore the same long robe.

The one who was eaten?

A female, member of a mysterious group, clearly reminiscent of Mr. Dickinson’s patient.

The sole logical issue was that Cardon’s memory seemed not to include such a face.

Yes, maybe the appearance of such change would make one think Cardon’s Dream enveloped this place.

But Fu Qian was very sure; this scene was not of that nature. Otherwise, he could have directly accomplished his task.

Even though his current Ranking wasn’t particularly high, being trapped in a Dream would certainly not be easy.

To Fu Qian, both Mr. Dickens and Lady Ya Yi leaned more towards special projections of their will.

The Brilliant Tyrant exerting extra pressure on them was evidence of this, and for that, he continuously adjusted his power to avoid shattering them.

Hence, theoretically, it seemed more like Cardon was questioning himself.

Still unable to enter the Dream, he questioned his own unfriendly actions.

"You shouldn’t be here."

Indeed, the tone was hostile. Lady Ya Yi finally spoke, directly stating Fu Qian was unwelcome.

"Why? Because I didn’t pay the room fee?"

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian’s tone held no displeasure, merely earnestly discussing the reason.

"Yes, my place has always been pay-to-stay."

...

Oh? So Lady Ya Yi really was the owner of this place?

That indeed made things more intriguing.

In a dialogue practically begging for trouble, Fu Qian felt he gained much from it.

On the surface, it seemed the previous doubt was addressed.

That was why Cardon’s perception included the face of Lady Ya Yi. A male skeleton was buried in the warehouse.

The hotel owner might not have been at the front desk, yet Cardon, staying here, likely saw her much more.

Even subsequent speculation on why the hotel was abandoned seemed to click right into place.

Yet such logic was excessively superficial; a mere thought could reveal Mr. Dickens secretly went out for dinner at night.

Therefore, even if Cardon had seen that face, it would be hard to associate it with the identity of food.

From this point of view, it seemed a bit beyond Cardon’s range of understanding...

"Apologies, I’m accustomed to pay-after-stay member services."

Facing Lady Ya Yi’s question, Fu Qian cheerfully pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and offered them, not forgetting to express regret.

"...You don’t need to, just continue answering his question."

His straightforward compensation caught Lady Ya Yi by surprise.

And perhaps reflecting that the service environment provided here was actually quite poor, she soon frowned, indicating a waived fee, with the sole condition that Fu Qian answer Mr. Dickens’ query.

"It’s fine, material possessions are of no use to me."

Fu Qian showed no intention to take advantage, casually leaving the money beside the open bottle.

"So the item in your hand... why do you think Cardon wanted to kill its original owner?"

Yet as the action wasn’t even completed, Mr. Dickens had already prompted, elevating the dispute between young people suddenly to a homicide case.