Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2346 List (Twenty-Eight)

Mad Fire, Gold Quality.

This tyrant's offspring, considered a cursed and forbidden power, has always been specifically targeted at the spiritual realm.

It calms the mind and removes decay without causing new growth; even the former abbot of the Shan Zhou Temple praised it.

Given Mr. Carton's current condition, the medicine may seem a bit strong, but don't forget that he was about to die anyway. Wouldn't it be wonderful to use it as a remedy to bring him back to life?
Fu Qian's reasoning was simple: even if it was just a projection of will, even if there were deeper entanglements that were harder to separate, the person in front of him was, in any case, a "non-self" that Kadun had barely managed to separate with his help and guidance.

And now, starting from this part, the soul has been ignited.

It will eventually burn the old man out completely, but there's a question of who will hold on until the end.

Throughout the journey, one can feel the unwavering determination of Mr. Carton to redeem himself.

If you take the initiative to help yourself get a head start, the advantage still seems to be in your favor. So let's wait and see.

what--

As it turned out, after a half-second of stunned silence, a scream that was nothing short of inhuman came from that face that had been so full of bravado just moments before.

Not only that, the woman in the toothpaste who was sitting there suddenly jumped up without saying a word and hugged me tightly with her arms outstretched.

As expected, the old man's sacrificial ritual has almost become the underlying logic of the will of the stagnation, and to a certain extent, it can even drive other "parts" to make such a desperate charge.

But it's not entirely meaningless; at least it can accelerate the collapse of Katon's will.

Snapped!
Fu Qian didn't hold back either. With a slap, Ms. Ya Yi flew back even faster and was completely stuck to the wall.

The combined effects of close contact with the Glorious Tyrant caused his entire body to undergo noticeable deformation.

But at least it didn't catch fire, right?
Fu Qian didn't intend to launch a multi-pronged attack; the slap wasn't covered in any flames.

The bottle in my hand, however, is a warm gold color.

While slapping people, I didn't delay in tasting the last bottle of this colorful travel drink before paying.

I must say, I haven't let myself down by keeping it until now.

Although the ingredients weren't high-end, both the carrots and oranges had a fairly pure flavor, and the combination turned out quite well.

Snapped!
Before he could finish his comment, Fu Qian slapped him again with his backhand. Mr. Deakins, who rushed over a little later, followed suit and fell headfirst into the wall.

"You have no idea what you're doing... Ugh—"

The old man who had been set ablaze was no longer able to stand up.

Amidst the infectious, resentful voice, he was rapidly turning into ashes, scattering and dispersing into every corner.

"Thanks……"

And when it completely vanished, the flames even ignited on Karton's body, who was lying there.

Seemingly finally awakened by this, he didn't open his eyes at that moment, but he said thank you with a pained expression.

The shadows of decades had vanished in an instant, and one could almost feel the joy of finally being freed—though he was a little too happy for the time being.

"You're welcome."

He made a casual, polite remark before paying, and at the same time, with a tearing sound, the expensive dress was ripped further.

The Glorious Tyrant not only wasn't removed, but its inflation coefficient was even increased.

……

In theory, the situation is quite clear. Katon, on his deathbed, finally finds a moment of relief; all that's needed is to remove the interference of the Glorious Tyrant, and he can experience the peaceful dream he hasn't had for decades, thus completing his mission.

"Unfortunately, you're welcome" means there's really no need to express gratitude.

Fu Qian silently savored the last bottle of drink, and when he held it in his hand, the enlarged size of the bottle made him appear even more petite.

In the blink of an eye, not only had the priest turned to ashes, but Mr. Dickins and Ms. Toothpaste had also completely disintegrated amidst violent tremors.

The swirling ashes, rising and falling, even penetrating the walls, scattered like snowflakes, giving a direct sense of the destruction of Mr. Carton's mental palace.

"Uh... ah..."

Even the person lying there, with their eyes tightly closed, could not hide the golden light shining through.

After decades of sleepless nights, and still having the ambition to die cleanly on his deathbed, the old man could theoretically be considered a tough guy.

Finally, it seemed that he could no longer bear the pain and let out a groan before collapsing.

"So you really think that's a good story?"

Faced with the possibility of mission failure at any moment, Fu Qian finally spoke and asked a question in a low voice.

……

At that moment, the painful groans seemed to pause for a moment.

Fu Qian's body swelled up even more, making the carrot juice in his hand look like a bottle of oral liquid.

"Everything that happened back then is just a story to me, so I can't even be sure whether those faces were real or fake... So the story just now seems quite reasonable at first glance."

There was no response, and Fu Qian did not press the issue, but continued to mutter to himself, emphasizing his lack of experience.

"But even so, there are still loopholes in the story, didn't you notice? For example, if the one troubling Karton was really this elder, there seems to be no need for him to hide it from me?"

The pendant dangled between his fingers, and then he abruptly changed the subject.

"Even if I were told in advance, it would reduce the chances of me being misled?"

……

It seems that talk therapy is actually quite effective; after just a few words, the painful sounds have almost disappeared.

"So from a very early stage, I've only been thinking about one core question: what exactly is there that, if told to me, would actually have a negative impact? — And the answer just now was brilliant."

Even though he was in a state of stagnation, which could be understood as being numb with pain, Fu Qian still didn't let him go.

"The righteous person, freed from the bondage of material things, exists based on cognition. This easily reminds one of the aforementioned anomaly—that knowing things can actually make the situation more complicated."

He tossed aside the empty carrot juice bottle and pointed to his temple.

"Furthermore, I can say that I already had some idea about this elder, and I even saw the excavation site of that skeleton. He even casually gave me his belongings... to the point that it seems I can draw a conclusion: there is indeed a righteous person who doesn't want me to know, but it's not him."

The flying ashes were so dense that even the mouth of the beverage bottle was not spared. Fu Qian wiped his finger with his hand, silently feeling the gray-black as if it were seeping into his flesh, and made his final summary.

"That was just a guess, but it could be tested—and the story I made up immediately won your approval, and you continued to perform along that line of thought."

"That's so clumsy and hasty... Is it really a glitch? Or is it something he doesn't want me to know?"

　Sorry it's a little later than expected, the current dungeon will be completed tomorrow.

　　(End of this chapter)