Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 385: Prosthetic Eye (18)1

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Prosthetic Eye (18)_1

After a night of thunderstorms, the sun had risen again.

The air was fresh, filled with birdsong and the scent of flowers.

In the morning light, Fu Qian leisurely leaned on a bench by the riverside.

Those two certainly couldn’t have caught him, as he had already changed into a new set of clothes.

A loose T-shirt combined with a languid stance completely transford his deanor, turning him from a professional elite to a slacker in an instant.

By this ti, there were already small groups of early risers exercising along the riverbank.

And Fu Qian’s gaze was locked onto a young woman who was jogging at a slow pace.

She looked to be in her twenties, tall and slender, dressed in standard athletic attire, exuding the posture of a fitness enthusiast.

Unfortunately, at this mont her pace was only slightly faster than walking, and she seed to be struggling with every step she took.

But even though it was difficult, she was still gritting her teeth and pushing forward with strong willpower, her expressions fierce.

From the outside, she undoubtedly appeared to be a hardworking and disciplined young person, much better than a lazy person like Fu Qian.

However, there was a reason for Fu Qian’s presence here.

The woman in front of him, Ms. Huang, was a colleague of Che Shunyong.

And their last encounter had been a recent accident.

After leaving yesterday, Fu Qian had gone out of his way to investigate Che Shunyong’s life, and he found that Che had been involved in a cruise ship accident.

Ms. Huang here was also one of the survivors of that accident.

Even though the investigations that followed were very clear about the causes and consequences of the accident, Fu Qian slled sothing different about it.

He started to suspect that the accident could have been another ceremony.

So, he put in so effort, found her address, and eventually caught up with her here.

As a Transcendent, his senses were far stronger than those of ordinary people, and upon observing, he quickly noticed sothing unusual.

Fu Qian could clearly sll that in addition to the sweat from exercising, there was a faint scent of blood on Ms. Huang.

And after surveying her from head to toe, he was almost certain that wrapped around her lean round thighs was sothing similar to an ascetic’s band.

At this mont, full of tal barbs, they were digging deep into her flesh.

No doubt such an exercise was extrely hardcore, which explained her difficulty in moving.

Yet even so, Ms. Huang was clenching her teeth and persevering with great determination.

anwhile, Fu Qian was not the only one paying attention to her.

Ms. Huang had good looks, which had attracted quite a bit of attention along her way.

For example, two buff enthusiasts trailing not far behind her had clearly been watching her for a while.

Fu Qian even saw them catch up to start a conversation, but unfortunately, Ms. Huang was rather cold, and they did not get a response.

However, at this mont, Ms. Huang was clearly reaching her limit, her speed visibly slowing to the naked eye.

Until she could go no further, Ms. Huang finally stopped.

“What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

The two good-looking guys thought the beauty had finally given in and seized the opportunity to offer assistance.

“It’s okay, I’m fine, really fine!”

This ti the beauty did not reject them outright but instead smiled and lifted her head.

Compared to before, her entire aura had changed abruptly, and her expression was quite subtle.

“Just… what can you help with?”

Her tone carried an indescribably sweet allure.

The previously aloof goddess suddenly had blushing cheeks and enticing eyes – the contrast was indeed striking.

The two handso n instinctively took a small step back, clearly startled.

Unfortunately, the woman did not seem to intend to let them go and even stepped forward to grab their hands.

Hm?

Whether it was a chill in their spines or not, the two, gulping nervously, suddenly turned and scampered away, rolling and crawling in retreat.

The woman didn’t pursue further; she just squinted and stood there with a look of intoxicated pleasure.

This state had nothing to do with the euphoria of exercise!

Fu Qian sighed.

From his angle, he could see the woman’s lips had swiftly turned blood-red, and her body temperature was also rising abnormally.

At the sa ti, a faint power surged within her.

Had the ceremony received feedback?

This woman was clearly experiencing the sa thing as Che Shunyong had before.

And judging by the ordeal the elder Che went through later, Ms. Huang was very likely facing a grim future as well.

“What are you doing?”

At this mont, a voice rang out from behind.

Fu Qian turned around to see Roland looking at him with a stern face, his expression as serious as still water.

“Morning exercise.”

“Morning exercise?”

Roland sized up Fu Qian with a look that roughly ant, “You, in that slumped-over state, call this morning exercise?”

“You don’t understand, the point of morning exercise is to stimulate vitality. For a man, watching a beautiful woman is a form of morning exercise.”

Fu Qian gestured forward.

…

Roland followed the direction he pointed in and noticed that Ms. Huang was staring straight at Fu Qian, her eyes fiery red and almost dripping with intensity!

In that instant, Roland’s face underwent several changes. After looking at the woman a few tis, he finally retracted his gaze with a strange expression.

And the next mont, he noticed Fu Qian was sizing him up with a broad smile.

This guy…

The feeling that sothing was not right grew stronger. Roland couldn’t shake the feeling that the man before him was becoming increasingly enigmatic.

“Why are you looking at ?”

“Congratulations,” Fu Qian said, as if it were obvious.

“Congratulations to ?”

Roland’s tone carried a hint of confusion.

“Yes, congratulations on finding another source of joy following my lead.”

As Fu Qian spoke, he waved to Ms. Huang.

She paused, then broke into a radiant smile and sashayed towards them.

“You surely recognize her, don’t you?”

Fu Qian turned back to look at Roland.

“How could I not? It’s just that she’s far from it.”

Feeling slightly irritated by Fu Qian’s gaze, Roland said coldly.

“Che Shunyong, why are you here?”

By this ti, Ms. Huang had approached, her red lips parting slightly, clearly recognizing Fu Qian’s face.

“Morning exercise.”

Fu Qian gave the sa answer.

“Morning exercise?”

Ms. Huang looked surprised.

“Are you looking for ? You know, you seem to have gotten taller!”

She stepped forward again, her full chest swaying with the movent.

Hmph!

At this point, Roland could hardly stand to watch.

He gave a heavy snort, then pulled out an object and pressed it against the woman’s forehead.

It was as if a pause button had been hit; her movents instantly froze, and she stood there, rooted to the spot.

Now it was clear that Roland was using a small, delicate cross.

The next mont, the cross radiated pulsing light.

Ms. Huang’s deanor cald down instantly; she no longer had the flamboyant posture, and her eyes beca much clearer.

The legendary Purification Mantra, huh?

Fu Qian watched the scene with interest, but Roland was staring at him with a stern face.

“Co with , I need to talk to you.”

“Sure.”

Fu Qian stood up, not at all surprised.

At this juncture, Roland seeking him out was almost certainly about last night’s incident.

The show was about to begin.