Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 367: Chapter 367 Lincheng Horror Story (Part 5)_1

Under Fu Qian’s relentless efforts, Tan Ying’s psychological defenses finally collapsed, experiencing a fright to the fullest degree.

In such a scene, her screams were undeniably infectious, the group falling like dominoes as cries of terror erupted everywhere.

“You, you, you…”

After her screaming fit, Tan Ying pointed at Fu Qian, babbling incoherently.

“Like you… what the hell have I become?”

Even Qin Mingze, from outside the door, poked his head in, asking with a tone that was lost yet terrified.

“Like me, a pure manly man, ah.”

Fu Qian said matter-of-factly, adding the latter half of the sentence.

…

Tan Ying’s stammering abruptly ceased, her gaze fixed on Fu Qian.

Facing Fu Qian’s constant leaps in logic, for a moment she felt her brain go blank.

“As a man of utmost Yang and toughness, a walking container of formalin, such things naturally can’t affect me in the slightest.”

Fu Qian, however, walked up leisurely and reached out to touch the mirror.

…

Is this guy deliberately scaring me?

And it seems I actually got scared by him.

With Fu Qian’s tone and demeanor, Tan Ying immediately realized she’d been fooled again, her teeth itching with irritation.

Yet before she could lash out, she saw Fu Qian reach out, grab the mirror, and lift it up.

“… What are you doing?”

Her eyes widened at the sight, the words she was about to say swallowed back down.

“This object is too full of Yin energy, I need to take it back and perform an exorcism on it.”

Fu Qian answered calmly.

“Hey, it’s no fun if you keep doing this!”

Tan Ying sounded truly anxious now, clearly thinking Fu Qian was mocking her.

“Besides, you can’t just take people’s stuff like that, be careful or the boss might beat you up!”

“How could that be, I am the extraordinary individual they could only hope to meet.”

Fu Qian snorted, leading the way with the mirror in hand as six pairs of eyes watched.

Putting it lightly, Fu Qian’s strength has grown remarkably!

As Qin Mingze subconsciously followed him, he marveled at the scene.

The mirror might not look like much, but it stood one meter tall, with parts of it even made of metal, evidently not light by any stretch.

Yet Fu Qian was lifting it with one hand with ease, proving his muscles weren’t just for show.

“Excuse me… What’s this?”

When the bald boss saw what Fu Qian was holding, he was visibly shocked.

But as an old hand at dealing with situations, he was quick to react, giving a signal to the side to prevent any sabotage from competitors.

“My Taoist name is Fu Qian.”

Fu Qian, not glancing aside, solemnly made the sign of the cross over his chest and chanted Amitabha.

“I’ve observed intense evil energy in this place, and after a painful search, I finally found the source. Now that the evil barrier is broken, you can operate your business with peace of mind.”

… You might as well have said you spotted this thing and wanted to buy it!

Including Tan Ying, all six people were thunderstruck by his words, covering their faces with one hand, unwilling to admit they knew this guy.

And the bald boss’s workers, now certain that this guy was there to cause trouble, stood ready, waiting for the boss’s command.

“Thank you very much!”

Unexpectedly, the next moment the shop owner was brimming with tears and even bowed deeply.

… Is this world a bit off the rails or what?

Neither side had even remotely anticipated such a turn of events.

However, Fu Qian merely nodded slightly in response and then strolled away with the mirror in tow, exuding an air of unaffected grace.

Feeling as if they had lost something important, the six people following hurried to catch up with him, lest the shop owner came to his senses and detained them.

The shop assistant were utterly dumbfounded, reflecting on Fu Qian’s tone and demeanor from moments before, a chill suddenly creeping up their spines.

“Boss… There isn’t really something unclean in here, is there?”

“How could there be?”

The bald shop owner, wiping away hot tears, glared at the person who had asked.

“Everything here has been blessed by a master.”

“Really? What master?”

“Master Fu Qian, of course. Didn’t he just leave?”

The bald shop owner pointed towards the receding figure in the distance.

…

“When did you start doing this? And you knew the owner before?”

Qin Mingze, who was leading the chase, quickened his pace to catch up and immediately couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s just a trivial bit of work.”

Fu Qian looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, his cool demeanor on full display.

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

In fact, he hadn’t done anything too extravagant just now. He had simply stated his name, then quietly responded to the bald shop owner’s call, and finally performed a bit of mental suggestion, leaving the man utterly convinced about certain matters.

After all, judging by his previous behavior, this man’s mind was full of odd thoughts and was hardly the poisoning of an innocent heart.

…

During the conversation between the two, the rest of the group had caught up.

But nearly everyone wore expressions of deep meaning, and no one made a sound.

There was no help for it; the emotional rollercoaster under Fu Qian’s influence had left the group feeling somewhat drained and overstimulated.

There was one exception, though—Tan Ying’s face was flushed with anger, fury in her eyes.

Without a doubt, she had been greatly offended this time.

“The mirror’s a bit heavy, so I’ll take my leave first.”

As a connoisseur of inciting resentment, Fu Qian simply responded with a smile and even gave a nod to Jiang Yuanliang nearby.

“Brother Jiang, feel free to visit whenever you like, Lincheng welcomes you.”

“Forget it.”

Jiang Yuanliang began shaking his head almost immediately, his face devoid of color.

Lincheng was definitely a sinister place. Who could have imagined encountering such an urban legend? He swore never to return!

Unfortunately, before Jiang could politely decline, Fu Qian was already drifting away, showing no intention of waiting for a response.

…

Compared to the previous bracelet, this object was undoubtedly even more suspect.

Back at home, Fu Qian tossed the ancient mirror onto the table and closely examined the photograph in his hand.

From his perspective, he had long confirmed that these two items were strange and contained a special form of transcendent power.

At the moment, he was curious about the origin of this object.

If the bracelet might have been a natural convergence of a particular kind of power,

the two items before him seemed intentionally crafted, their effects too cunning to be a mere coincidence.

So who could have created these objects?

No matter how one looked at it, the bracelet and this object seemed to indicate that there was a collection of dangerous items in this world.

It’s just that previously, being a mere mortal, even if he was affected by them, he couldn’t perceive them at all.

Fu Qian thought back to the initial job invitation he had received and wondered if he really wasn’t the first person to be invited?

If that were the case, having an opportunity to understand the fate of his predecessors would undoubtedly be informative for himself.