Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2814 Unpaid
I told you, the reason that people are so bored that they create a familia for fun is too far-fetched.

Inside the dimly lit warehouse, Fu Qian seemed to have glimpsed an incredible secret of some ancient race.

Annalis did indeed like red eyes, but the real reason she used them as one of her characteristics to create an ancient race was actually the Long Night.
She received inspiration from the primordial moon in her dream, and from this she learned of something that even the moon feared, yet it also gave rise to anticipation.

In the process of preparing for this, the vampire clan came into being.

Therefore, it seems that those giant bats might indeed be hiding something extraordinary.

Most importantly, these incredible things don't seem to have been put to use yet.

Because "Annalise didn't live to see the long night," she was already dead before that.

Indeed, writing "The Chronicles of the Moon" was a wise decision.

The moons of different colors are not only entangled in many ways, but they are also all connected to the long night.

Even the Primordial Moon and Annalis, two powerful beings who were confirmed to have died before the Long Night, had a rather significant connection to each other.

How did you do it?
All I can say is that the moon goddess who suddenly appeared and reincarnated has become even more mysterious.

In addition, I also saw a familiar name in the notes: Herbert, the legendary First Apostle.

Even the "Ancient Memories," this extraordinary artifact generated from his eyeballs, suddenly revealed its possible origin.

Annalise likes red eyes and insists on having naturally red eyes.

However, as a loyal follower of his, he falls short in this respect.

So Herbert did something crazy: he gouged out his original eyeballs and abandoned them, voluntarily transforming into a vampire in order to seek her intimate favor.

Although it seems that things didn't turn out as hoped...

And once the topic of vampires comes up, one thing seems to have finally been clarified: where did the Abyss Notes come from?

The note makes this statement quite clear: "The lie He shared with the vampires."

Yes, that thing was a gift from our ancestors.

This could even explain why the Abyss Notebook and the Mantra Notebook are connected.

The True Word Notebook and the Sanatorium are essentially the divine dreams of the vampire progenitor Annalis, and also her means of communicating with the primordial moon.

One can almost imagine Him here, verifying the truth of certain things in a way that resembles a notebook.

And the vampires' title of "familia" wasn't for nothing; they even received a copy of something like this as a gift.

It's a pity that those big bats were a bit unreliable, so they didn't write anything serious on it—really, they didn't write anything at all?

At one point, Fu Qian did not easily despise him, but silently asked himself a question.

Without a deep understanding of the essence of the Mantra Notebook, some things may be difficult to make connections with.

But realizing that its underlying reality was a mountain of shit, especially after witnessing the pile of things written by the forerunners, some of its aura began to fade.

It's hard to say what the real purpose is, but as a person in a high position, even if they like the little bats they created, they shouldn't allow them to use such things to spy on others at will.

Perhaps the original version contained even more sensitive content, which was simply removed without being noticed.

Statements like "Annalise has completely fallen" would most likely not have been written before the long, dark night.

But then again, even if the progenitor is gone and the vampire clan is in decline, it's still a bit too far-fetched for something as historically significant as the Abyss Notes to fall into Taylor's hands, unless—

At one point, Fu Qian seemed to have thought of something even more extraordinary.

Unless the Abyss Notes fall into his hands, there is no chance that they will fall into the hands of his business partners.

……

This conspiracy theory just won't stop once it starts.

Fu Qian has always been willing to view his own situation from the most pessimistic perspective. So much so that even one of the bookstore's most successful business collaborations to date seems to be shrouded in gloom.

Taylor's style is indeed quite straightforward, but the fact that an item closely related to those in power was delivered directly to his door shortly after he was stationed in the capital makes him seem like a deliveryman.

Is someone orchestrating this? Or is the entire vampire clan being manipulated?
If this were to happen, who would want to get their hands on a "lie"?

"Red Moon?" Fu Qian shook his head.

Perhaps their mental state is unstable, giving them the basis to do some crazy things.

But here's the most obvious paradox: Red Moon was doing everything she could to find her own location.

If the address were really that clear, why would Empo's sacrifice be necessary? That would be putting the cart before the horse.

Not to mention reminding yourself not to "be intoxicated by lies" on the very first meeting.

Interesting... So who could it be?
He clicked his tongue in amazement, seemingly gaining a deeper understanding of his experiences in the world of bookstores.

Instead of rushing to find an answer to the question, his gaze fell on his hand.

……

So, does the warehouse have a slightly skewed understanding of the concept of "weapons"?

Despite the smooth touch, the anticipation that had been building beforehand vanished.

Just like the description, it was a pure black long glove without a single rivet.

The material is quite special; it's thin but neither silk nor velvet, and when it's slightly warm, it feels like there's still blood flowing through it.

It's long enough, but at most it looks like a spellcasting tool.

Before paying, he didn't mind at all, and didn't even think too much about what kind of leather it was, and just put it on.

It also has excellent elasticity, wrapping up all the way to the right elbow without feeling constricted at all.

However, after trying to grip the weapon and throw a punch, Fu Qian said he didn't feel any increase in power, making the weapon's classification in the warehouse truly difficult to comment on.

The visual effect is quite good; although it's pure black, it has a touch of understated luxury.

Beneath its pristine exterior lies a secret that seems to conceal everything—and so on.

Thinking of something, Fu Qian raised his hand and pulled up his left sleeve.

The abstract scarlet pattern still lingers there, slowly wandering as if it were alive.

This is the harvest from the last exploration of the burial grounds, the Scarlet Frenzy that the Dragon King kindly shared.

I've complained before about how this thing makes it hard to pass a background check, but it can't be completely hidden either, so you can only adjust its position.

Under Fu Qian's gaze, the peculiar pattern rapidly twisted and deformed, moving upwards.

It appeared on the shoulder, chest... and even on the right arm, eventually disappearing under the glove.

Not bad, not bad, just right.

He clenched his fist again to check the blockage, and after realizing that it was completely blocked, Fu Qian nodded with great satisfaction.

This way, the left and right sides are symmetrical.

With dimensional poison on one side and Annalise's lies and Crimson Fever on the other, he manually amassed a pair of Tyrant's Fists.

Even the tyrant's poisonous fist.

Snapped--

With a sigh, Fu Qian snapped his fingers with a not-so-crisp sound, and a crimson hue appeared out of thin air.