Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2402 The Prophet is Dead (Part 8)

His skeletal structure is extraordinary.

The darkness was of course ineffective against him, except for the feeling of that soft touch. Catherine, who was slowly pulled away and barely managed to stand to the side, was completely exposed in his vision.

As a flesh and blood expert, it was easy for him to tell that, due to the excessive rush, Catherine's transformation into a human was far from complete.

Apart from the upper body, the rest of the body is almost just a human skin covering up all sorts of messy things.

Even with gritted teeth and quick adjustments under scrutiny, it still only gives the impression of a skeletonless inflatable doll.

The reason it can stand there is mainly because it is supported by its only strong hand.

But it's okay, there's a saying, "soft as if boneless."

For Fu Qian, who is usually very tolerant, he didn't find the body too deformed. After taking a quick look, he looked away.

"What...would you like me to do, Your Excellency?"

Women are always somewhat sensitive to gazes, not to mention the professional background of the person in front of them.

Of course, she realized that the other party was scrutinizing her entire body at that moment. After "Da Yun Ming Wang" finished this action, Catherine's emotions were even somewhat complicated. She hesitated for a moment before asking.

Normally one should be more relaxed, but it is precisely because of the sensitivity to scrutiny that one is more likely to perceive the abnormality.

Even though you can't see the face and expression behind the mask, you can still feel a kind of appreciation that transcends the human realm.

It's even more awkward than some erotic scrutiny.

Under intense anxiety, Catherine's intellect recovered quickly, and she realized that she had better find her value as soon as possible.

"No rush, focus on getting better first."

However, Fu Qian remained magnanimous, casually gesturing for the other party to focus on recovery and not make a strange mess.

……

Not only is there no room for negotiation, but they don't even have the right to be physically disabled but determined.

Catherine clearly realized this quickly. She opened her mouth but didn't insist. The next moment, she really closed her eyes and focused on her efforts.

Fu Qian followed his own words completely, without disturbing the process at all. He simply looked around casually, immersed in the sigh of things having changed.

Even the tables and chairs are the same style as before, as if my last visit was only yesterday.

I can still vividly recall the long conversations I had with the old man, but the new era has still arrived.

From Fu Qian's perspective, the lord's reaction was not actually that abstract.

A world with prophets and a world without prophets are indeed fundamentally different.

There's no need to determine which is better; the sheer psychological contrast alone is enough to cause temporary confusion and even lead to some abstract actions.

But is that all?

As mentioned earlier, if this is just a brave new world, why would the warehouse send itself here?
I hope my old friends can put in a little more effort and help me find the answer to this question as soon as possible.

"Your Excellency... I'm much better now."

Amidst these reflections, Catherine's voice rang out at just the right moment.

Strictly speaking, the process wasn't long, but under obvious pressure, he dared not relax in the slightest.

Fu Qian turned his head and looked at Catherine across from him again.

Indeed, without boasting, in the blink of an eye, he was already standing there steadily, with two hands, two feet, and a head, without anything extra or missing.

Even her professional habits seemed to be recalled; despite the empty seat next to her, Catherine still stood tall and didn't dare to sit down.

It wasn't a professional habit, just a survival instinct, and her current statement was of the same nature. Faced with the unpredictable Great Fortune King, Catherine no longer even asked what he wanted her to do, but only explained her own situation for review, completely handing over the initiative.

"I can see that. Tell me about your situation first."

Before paying, they didn't stand on ceremony and casually confirmed some information.

"How long has it been since death and rebirth?"

……

how long……

The question before payment seemed a bit too serious, and Catherine paused for a moment before beginning to think.

"Two or three months? I'm not entirely sure. For a long time, my consciousness was in a state of confusion."

Without wasting too much time, she tentatively gave an answer, though she wasn't very confident.

"I understand. Do you remember how you died?"

Fu Qian didn't seem to mind and continued asking questions.

"I remember—but also..."

This time, Catherine hesitated for even less time, though she stammered as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Right here, some conflict broke out, and then... well, I think I was destroyed almost instantly. I don't even remember the specifics of what happened or who was involved..."

After another painful period of deliberation, Catherine finally shook her head and gave up trying.

You obviously don't remember him, because Brother Ballard has truly sacrificed himself.

He had no complaints about this, only sighs in his heart.

It seems the guess was correct; in real history, Catherine was indeed killed by Ballard before she even arrived.

Considering that the latter later died from his own internal organ damage, to the point that even Akasha and the others forgot about him, it's perfectly normal for Catherine not to remember who her enemy was.

"Sir...may I go change my clothes?"

Seeing that Fu Qian was silently pondering without any outburst of emotion, Catherine seemed to finally relax a bit.

After a slight hesitation, she still didn't sit down, but instead tentatively suggested that she wanted to put on some clothes.

"of course can."

Knowing that Catherine hesitated because she was worried that he might think she was only pretending to cooperate but actually wanted to run away, or was up to some malicious scheme, he casually told her not to worry.

If the Joker were standing opposite, there might be a similar possibility. Catherine's survival instinct is clearly strong, and her cooperative attitude is very sincere.

Aside from Ballard's situation, which matched up, Fu Qian even found something resembling a calendar in the lobby while the other party was working with their eyes closed.

The two or three months that Catherine mentioned are actually closer to the outside time.

It turns out that almost four months have passed since my last visit.

The difference isn't that much. Considering her lack of mental clarity and the possibility of not being reborn immediately, Catherine's answer seems quite reasonable.

In other words, the manner of communication is very honest.

what--

Unfortunately, Catherine, who had just received permission, only had time to breathe a sigh of relief before letting out a scream.

As if it had encountered something terrifying, even the form that had just stabilized was under pressure, and strands of black fluid tore out between its lips and teeth.

Unfortunately, before it could even undergo further transformation, the latter, along with her entire body, froze in place.