Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2807 The Thirteenth Day Talk (Fifty-Nine)

It even has the elegance of a winding stream with floating wine cups? It's making people look at it in a new light.

Starting with the three essential elements of time, place, and people, the story unfolds captivatingly step by step, ultimately revealing a hidden brilliance – the foreshadowing technique is truly remarkable.

However, at the height of his power, he casually relinquished the right to write, inviting the intruder with an ambiguous attitude to show off his skills. This magnanimity further enhanced his image.

Of course, this behavior does not necessarily indicate goodwill.

Everyone's busy; they don't have time to build relationships here. This is truly putting columnists on the hot seat.

Don't you feel anything after reading what I wrote?

Do you really still completely believe what Selvis says?
Even if you believe or not, it's the same thing. How are you going to behave so that the other two people can judge whether you believe or not?

It's all a test, and the kind where a single mistake can have serious consequences.

"I've made a fool of myself."

Unfortunately, when it comes to resilience, Professor Fu has never been inferior to anyone.

Without even glancing at the attending physician, he naturally raised his hand and took the pen, which was decorated from beginning to end with a strand of gold thread.

The trial is scheduled for six days later.

Without any hesitation, he quickly wrote a line in his notebook.

……

The art of composing poetry requires a certain level of skill; one must strive for something truly remarkable.

Your Excellency, being young, did not know who you handed the pen to that day.

Even ten seconds after I finished writing, the only sound in the office was breathing.

The remaining two giants stared intently at that short line of text, seemingly trying to melt it away with their eye rays.

However, just like the previous content, this highly negative sentence seemed to be welded there, without causing a ripple.

Are the notes real or fake?
So much so that a question that had previously tormented columnists was now being returned to them in full force.

For Selvis and his companion, either the notes were fake, or they were just made up and wouldn't be denied.

You either have to admit that judgment will come to this place in six days.

The key question is: What kind of trial? And who will be tried?
They were all completely clueless.

It can only be said that the intruder's casual remark shattered the entire sanatorium's bright future and even made the current confrontation seem somewhat pale.

It's like two people are having a showdown at the top of the Forbidden City, and when they look down, the Forbidden City is flooded, leaving only broken beams and tiles at their feet.

The main problem is that the word "trial" is too heavy, making people unconsciously associate it with things like the end of the world.

That's right, so all the previous efforts weren't in vain.

In contrast, Fu Qian, who became famous overnight, is much more optimistic.

If it's similar in nature to the Abyss Notes, then it means that nothing but fake things can be preserved, and things that aren't firmly believed in can't be written down either.

The current situation proves both points at the same time.

The first stability maintenance plan was very successful. Time did not slip away unnoticed, and there were still six days left to carry out the operation.

The second task requires a person with a firm Daoist heart, free from self-doubt, and full of confidence in this.

As for what exactly is being judged? Unfortunately, I don't know myself, nor am I deliberately keeping you in suspense and tormenting you two fellow Daoists.

"What trial? Who exactly are you?"

Unfortunately, the victims clearly didn't believe it. After waiting anxiously and seeing no change in their promise, it was the person in charge of the nursing home who was more concerned about the safety of the place and couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know, and I can't know."

Then the response he received was despairing.

"But let's look on the bright side. Now you believe I want to leave, right?" By treating people with sincerity and conveying optimism to everyone before giving, this statement can still help to uncover their shining qualities.

……

Fleeing before trial? That's certainly true...

Fu Qian's image, which was originally highly suspicious, now seems to make sense and believable.

Knowing that the trial was imminent, he had no intention of lingering in this place and prepared to run outside as soon as possible.

What a straightforward and persuasive logic.

Even the saying "always look on the bright side" is hard to refute upon closer examination.

Having come this far, relying on their unique thought processes and astonishing ability to repeatedly jump around, the intruders' deterrent power has undoubtedly become increasingly formidable.

What puzzled Servey and his partner the most was a core question – what exactly was this guy here for?

Theoretically speaking, he should be like the poor Rashik, belonging to the kind of character who accidentally entered a den of demons and used any means to gain freedom.

However, when faced with the hope of survival, this person's performance was far too lackluster.

Coupled with his repeated astonishing actions and his insatiable curiosity to watch the drama unfold, one can't help but wonder whether he genuinely wants to leave or is simply here to stir up trouble.

As a result, the verdict at this moment, even confirmed by the True Words Notebook, presented an additional, irrefutable reason.

Regardless of how they knew the trial was coming, it's perfectly reasonable for them to leave knowing the trial was imminent, isn't it?

In any scheme, the worst thing is for someone's motives to be unclear.

Having something you want, no matter how outrageous, will make you feel a little more at ease.

So for the remaining two, this is actually a good thing.

"I have to say again... you really fit in here."

When Servais spoke again, he clearly understood this as well, staring at Fu Qian and giving him high praise.

"You flatter me."

Fu Qian remained humble and politely handed over the pen.

It's a game of floating wine cups on a winding stream; whoever gets a cup gets one.

……

"Thank you."

It turns out that the doctor's politeness before payment was justified; he was indeed inspired to write poetry.

When the pen was handed to him, Selvis hesitated only for a moment before reaching out and taking it.

Throughout the entire process, the harbinger made no attempt to stop them, simply watching their performance unfold.

As for the Mantra Notes, since they were added directly below the content written by the Prophets before being attached, this page is almost full, with only a small blank space remaining.

I am Servais, and I am a doctor at the nursing home.

However, Servais didn't even turn the page; he simply wrote a new sentence in the blank space.

As for the specific content, at first glance it is strikingly similar to Fu Qian's style, straightforward and simple to the extreme.

It neither addresses the paradox surrounding the old man's name, nor does it delve into whether the previous statement was true or false, nor does it even include a statement like "the prophetic abilities of the forerunner are false," thus directly cornering the other party.

The content is plain yet powerful, filled with the spirit of "let others be strong, I will rule alone for eternity."

Whether you're eccentric or insane, I am truly a doctor, and I'm right here watching you. The final outcome won't change anything.

"You can try it to see if the notebook is damaged."

Even after he finished writing, Selvis handed the pen back to the Precursor, suggesting that the latter verify the integrity of the game.