Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 373: Glass Eye (Part 6)1

Chapter 373: Chapter 373: Glass Eye (Part 6)_1

After finishing the facial adjustnts, Fu Qian ticulously checked Che Shunyong’s remains.

Unfortunately, after the previous transformation, the clothes had basically beco a pile of rags, with no valuable clues to be found.

The sa went for the entire office.

Fu Qian even ticulously inspected each workstation, discovering that Che Shunyong was indeed just using a group of people as pawns.

For example, the phone on the desk wasn’t even plugged in, and the notes were just aningless lines drawn by the group.

It seed there were no clues to be found here.

Fu Qian had been prepared for this and wasn’t too disappointed.

After finding a mirror and looking at himself, Fu Qian noted that his current attire allowed him to impersonate Che Shunyong without any sense of incongruity.

The only issue was that his physique had not been adjusted accordingly, so there was a certain difference from the original Che Shunyong.

That was not a mistake, but a flaw Fu Qian had intentionally left; in fact, he had no plans to make further adjustnts.

Think about it, a person who had just transford from an ordinary individual to a Transcendent might reasonably undergo so changes in appearance.

If his appearance were exactly the sa, but his aura before and after were entirely different, that would likely arouse more suspicion.

Next, after simply disposing of Che Shunyong’s mutated corpse, Fu Qian quietly left the place.

He didn’t bother to conceal his tracks too much, trusting the place would be discovered before long.

From now on, he was the midnight capitalist, Che Shunyong.

With that in mind, the first thing to do now seed to be to celebrate and make a getaway.

Therefore, when Fu Qian left, he even put on a hat quite unobtrusively, trying his best to contain his presence.

Che Shunyong must have known sothing, but not much; the information on the thin slices and the strange rituals probably ca from others.

If the guesses were true, the news of his success should also be significant.

If he were under surveillance, then the person fastest to knock on his door would likely be the one who had inford him of this knowledge.

…

In fact, the visitor arrived even faster than expected.

After leaving the office, Fu Qian aimlessly wandered in the night for a long ti before finally entering a 24-hour fast-food restaurant.

The fast-food place in the late hours was actually livelier than many would imagine.

In modern society, there are many creatures of the night, and half of the seats in the store were cordoned off, yet the remaining spots were nearly all occupied.

Other than being quieter and dimr in lighting, it was almost indistinguishable from the dayti.

Even at the empty seat Fu Qian sat at, one could see the ring marks left by chilled cola glasses on the table.

But almost the mont he sat down, he felt an increased heaviness upon him.

Fu Qian reacted imdiately, and like a reflex, he quickly stood up.

However, in less than a second, it felt like a digger had been placed on him, and its size was still rapidly increasing.

Could this be the legendary All-Encompassing Heavenly Attraction?

Fu Qian glanced around and saw that the custors in the late-night diner were still sitting quietly in small groups, gracefully flicking their fingers over their phones, seemingly without any anomalies.

There was no doubt that the attack was aid at him.

Honestly, such an increase in gravity was not even considered weight training for Fu Qian.

But if the target was a newly-minted Transcendent, it could be enough to immobilize them without being able to move an inch.

Therefore, Fu Qian cooperated by staying still, letting the groans co from the floor as his feet slowly sank in.

Even so, the gravity was still increasing steadily.

In the face of such a change, Fu Qian fully demonstrated the resoluteness of a cutthroat capitalist.

Far from showing any panic, he squinted and watched his surroundings with caution.

Not until he had nearly sunk to his ankles did the water stain on the table suddenly begin to move.

The water stains rapidly andered, quickly taking the form of a particular shape.

Fu Qian’s mory in this regard was quite good. He soon realized that this shape was the sa as the thin piece that Che Shunyong had previously crushed.

Finally reacting, Fu Qian, without a word and shocked, pulled his feet out and, under the pressure heavy as a mountain, started walking towards the outside.

Just at that mont, the door to the fast-food restaurant was pulled open from the outside, and soone walked in.

It was a tall, thin man with brown hair, wearing fitting clothes, with blue eyes that conveyed laziness and arrogance, not at all looking like soone who belonged in a fast-food restaurant.

And as he entered, he imdiately smiled at Fu Qian and walked straight toward him.

“Mr. Che.”

Only when he had reached right in front of Fu Qian did he stop, sitting down unceremoniously in the seat opposite.

“Don’t be surprised, and don’t do anything irrational,” he said, full of implication.

“I know you have many questions in your mind right now. You just need to understand one thing—I know the answers to your questions, and beyond that, I also know many things not related to the answers.”

“If you want to clear up the confusion in your mind, you might as well sit down for a good chat.”

…

After he finished speaking, Fu Qian did not respond vocally but rely stared at him for a few seconds with flickering eyes, seemingly calculating the risk of taking him out on the spot.

The man seed not to mind, allowing Fu Qian to scrutinize him.

After a long while, Fu Qian still didn’t make a move. He shuffled forward a step and tried to bend down to sit.

However, the heavy weight on his body made the act of sitting down seem challenging.

“Sorry, I actually forgot about that,” the man said, slapping his head in self-reproach before flicking a ring on his finger.

The next mont, the heavy pressure on Fu Qian’s body suddenly lifted.

“Is this better?” he asked.

“Additionally, I haven’t introduced myself yet,” the man said, not waiting for Fu Qian’s reply as he extended his hand with a smile.

“Roland.”

“Che Shunyong,” Fu Qian replied with an inscrutable look as he finally sat down in the seat, but he did not shake Roland’s hand.

“Lucky for you that you were quick to react, otherwise you would have to stand for this conversation. To expect to sit down twice in such a place, that would be utterly impossible,” Roland said, retracting his still-hanging hand, showing no annoyance and even making a joke about it.

“No need to beat around the bush, we’re not familiar with each other. Let’s keep it simple—are you monitoring ?” Fu Qian asked, his voice low.

“Your guess is far too conservative. In fact, what I’m monitoring is not just you, but also this…” He pointed to his head.

“Recently, so strange and crazy images suddenly appeared in your mind. At first, you didn’t care, since everyone occasionally has such thoughts.”

“But these images had an odd allure that made you unable to resist following them.”

“What shocked you the most was that when you first followed these images, you found that you actually received so strange gift.”

“You can read other people’s mories?”

Listening quietly until Roland finished, Fu Qian’s face grew gradually gloomy.

“How could it be that low-level!”

Roland laughed softly.

“Those mories originally ca from .”