Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2489 Afternoon Time
"what about the taste?"

A person's temperament may seem abstract, but it is often difficult to conceal.

It took the time it takes to bury the scroll before I could savor the pomegranate juice and sausage.

While the shop owner found it difficult to look directly at their focused and absorbed state, its infectiousness was astonishing.

After watching the whole process out of the corner of her eye, seeing Fu Qian take a satisfied breath, the old lady finally couldn't resist conducting a customer satisfaction survey.

"Yes, but the price is high."

Fu Qian's evaluation was both exaggerated and sincere, his gaze falling on a certain spot to the side as he spoke.

It is clearly one of the historical buildings mentioned earlier, so much so that its white exterior is now not only yellowed but also covered in mold, yet it is full of life.

The key is its unique shape, which looks like several square boxes stacked together. At first glance, it looks like a game of stacking blocks that has been misaligned.

"There aren't many people drinking juice here..."

Such bluntness seemed to disregard the ethics of conducting surveys, prompting the old lady to offer a slightly embarrassed explanation.

That's true. In this kind of climate, it's hard to say how delicious the fruit will be. To achieve this level of quality is quite commendable.

"I understand... what that place was originally used for?"

Unperturbed by the explanation, Fu Qian's gaze remained fixed on the building as he asked in a casual tone.

"I don't know about that... I only know that it was abandoned for a long time, and then it was repainted. Now it's a nice place to stroll around."

Unfortunately, the old lady, despite her age, seemed to know little about it, shaking her head as she looked over.

"That was a slaughterhouse."

And that's the wonder of life—the next moment a voice suddenly answered.

Just as the shop owner and the customer were at their wits' end, a passerby clearly overheard the conversation.

……

"I've heard that although the layout seems a bit illogical, this place was originally designed to slaughter cattle."

In her forties, with a slender face and her not-so-thick hair casually curled, she was a woman who seemed quite relaxed, and even as she spoke, she had already walked to the parasol of the small shop.

"It's hard to imagine, but if the white walls were painted later, then it's a little more reasonable."

In any case, the building in front of him seemed to have little to do with a slaughterhouse, but since the other party was so certain, Fu Qian agreed without hesitation.

"It's a pity, I heard that the front wall was also painted white."

The other party continued to make surprising remarks.

"It seems they believe that doing this can purify the resentment remaining in the flesh and blood, so that people will not be tainted by evil influences after eating it."

The explanations that followed actually sounded somewhat reasonable.

Purify resentment, avoid tainting evil influences... Does it come with not only a quarantine certificate but also an indulgence?

"That makes a lot of sense. I'd like to try it myself."

For a moment, everyone was full of praise.

"Next time, we can put this story into the sausage, saying that the whole production process involves facing that direction so that the ingredients are purified."

Not only that, but the next moment he even glanced at the shop owner and offered some marketing advice.

Ok……

It was clear that the old lady was still somewhat suspicious because the story was too bizarre.

But as people get older, they tend to be particular about certain things, and after some contemplation, they didn't refute it.

Great! To make storytelling engaging, the first step is to believe it yourself. You're already starting to get into the swing of things. "Thank you for sharing. How should I address you?"

He nodded slightly, then turned back to continue greeting the helpful passersby.

"Is it important?"

With a chuckle, the other person seemed quite nonchalant, having no intention of adding any unnecessary formalities to this brief encounter.

It's really not important.

"Yes."

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian was unusually persuaded.

After all, he already has a title—the Tooth and Throat Hermit.

……

A leisurely afternoon tea, two or three strangers who don't ask where they come from, chatting about some meaningless topic.

Such an experience is indeed quite pleasant and wonderful, but there are hardly so many coincidences in the world.

It turns out we didn't catch any bats, but we did catch some insects.

The greedy insects did indeed come to Moore to cause trouble, and Gene wasn't the only one.

Indeed, the newcomer was one of the most devout believers in the King of Abandoned Prison among the Greedy Insect Clan.

My passing by and chance encounter just now were merely a display of acting skills.

Of course, aside from being a woman, the appearance of the person in front of me is quite different from what I remember of the Tooth and Throat Hermit.

The reason why Fu Qian was so certain was quite simple: under the radar of vision, no amount of superficial embellishment could conceal the essence of an extraordinary person.

On the other hand, as the object of faith for the greedy insects, it is certainly impossible to respond remotely now, but to not recognize one's own followers after face-to-face contact is to underestimate the weight of the title "superior".

In short, my casual question about the nearby building was mainly out of curiosity.

But what Fu Qian was also curious about was how the contestant who was pretending to be passing by planned to make his move.

It turns out they really put in a lot of effort, as they even managed to find such anecdotes.

As for why the lay Buddhist of the Tooth and Throat must have been pretending to be passing by, and couldn't he have genuinely come out to enjoy life and share casually?

They hid so well that even the demigod Serana couldn't find a trace of them before, but now they've suddenly changed their appearance and come out for a stroll, and they just happen to wander near what seems to be the other party's stronghold... Even if the Tooth-Throat Hermit's brain is really that abstract, Old Man Laurie would have given her a good slap first.

The insects are truly all in the same boat.

This naturally raises a question: if it's not a stroll, what is the meaning behind this action?

It is indeed strange, but in Fu Qian's opinion, it is not entirely inexplicable—the bat is looking for the insect, but isn't the insect also looking for the bat?
……

Don't forget that His Majesty the King of Abandoned Prison personally made the final decision; this was a two-way journey of trials.

The greedy insects seem to be working very hard; could it be that they've also managed to find a trace of Serana?
It's hard to say whether the assistance was actually provided by Yasui Corporation.

In short, for a swarm of insects that are usually cautious, the only thing that can make them act so freely is the sudden disappearance of a glimmer of hope.

As for why it can lock onto itself?

This could even be considered proof that I hadn't gone to the wrong place.

If you lose sight of your target and then suspicious people appear around you, it's only natural to pay attention.

Although the other party's attitude was indeed quite resolute...

“A name is far from enough to define a person, and even the physical form is not enough.”

While pondering, he noticed that the Tooth and Throat Hermit seemed quite satisfied with the reaction before he dealt with the situation. He ordered a glass of sweet wine from the shopkeeper, gazed into the distance, and casually remarked.