Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 583: Chapter 583: Uproar (7)_1 Chapter 583: Chapter 583: Uproar (7)_1 It must be said, celebrating festivals is really a good thing.

Under the setting sun, Fu Qian looked around while genuinely feeling this way.

The reason for saying so was simple, although tomorrow was the official festival day, at this moment, the streets were already filled with men and women in strange outfits.

This made the mask on his face look completely unobtrusive.

Just now, he had used deeper consciousness to take control, making Frank choose to urinate and escape when confronted with a problem, and after taking off his clothes to wash his face, Fu Qian chose to terminate the parasitic status and left with a mask on his face.

Perhaps, to be on the safe side, maintaining the parasitic state for a while longer would be better, but there was a big problem with doing that—the abilities acquired from Insight had a time limit.

And he had a party to attend tonight, one that required him to participate as Camus.

Considering that the attendees should all be acquaintances of Camus, it wouldn’t be easy to deceive them.

Therefore, some things should not be delayed.

…

Thud, thud, thud!

As he pondered, Fu Qian raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him.

Indeed, the address before him was the one Old Master Camus had provided before his demise.

He hadn’t delayed at all en route and came straight here.

Admittedly, doing so was high-risk, especially since his relationship with the Native Council could not be considered good.

But as the saying goes, high risk, high reward. At first glance, these people’s actions clearly intersected with his own mission, and Fu Qian didn’t mind snatching chestnuts out of the fire.

…

“Who are you looking for?”

In just a few seconds, a vigilant voice came from behind the door.

“Camus Grelada.”

Fu Qian didn’t mind and reported the full name with emphasis.

Anybody confronted with someone wearing a mask, completely wrapped up, and not showing a inch of skin, would inevitably be a bit wary.

…

“Sorry, there’s no one by that name here.”

The person inside took quite a while before responding.

“That’s okay, there is one outside.”

Fu Qian knocked on the mask on his face, with no intention of taking it off.

He wasn’t worried at all that the other party wouldn’t open the door.

The only possibilities for someone to find this place and state Camus’s name in such a manner were either Camus himself in disguise or a Night Watchman in disguise coming to capture him.

If it was the former, the door would certainly be opened, and even if it were the latter, would you dare not to open?

Click!

As it turned out, Fu Qian’s understanding was correct, the door opened from the inside a few seconds later, and an old man with glasses stood there with a grave expression.

“I’m sorry, but it’s still early.”

After sizing up Fu Qian, the man spoke ambiguously.

“If only the Night Watchman shared your views.”

Fu Qian shook his head, walked past him, and found a spot to sit down.

“But—”

The old man seemed to want to say something else, but Fu Qian waved his hand, gesturing for him to swallow his words.

And Fu Qian didn’t speak either, simply closing his eyes and resting against the chair.

“I know Camus, but he doesn’t seem to look like you.”

Another voice quickly sounded, its tone even sounded a bit schadenfreudic.

As he spoke, a figure came down the stairs.

It was a robust-looking fellow, not even appearing to be thirty years old, with rather outstanding features.

But, at a glance, he gave off an indescribably awkward feeling, simply put, a non-human kind of weirdness.

The way this guy talked, it seemed like he had a score to settle with Camus, didn’t it?

As the saying goes, your enemies are the ones who know you best. Considering that talking more could lead to more mistakes, Fu Qian quickly decided it was best to be hostile.

“If you won’t speak, I can only take you as an enemy,” he said.

Seeing Fu Qian’s demeanor, Bizarre Brother’s mood clearly soured, his words brimming with threats.

Unfortunately, the person sitting remained unmoved.

“Camus Grelada…”

With gritted teeth, Bizarre Brother’s skin began to exhibit a strange fluctuation underneath.

At a glance, it looked as though a cluster of threadworms wrapped in human skin was writhing.

“I indeed need some help, but it’s definitely not from you.”

As Bizarre Brother advanced step by step, Fu Qian simply removed his right glove.

Both Bizarre Brother and the old man were instantly drawn to this action.

And upon looking, the hand that was revealed was in a state of semi-transparency.

The somewhat unreal surface of the skin faintly displayed various bizarre patterns and designs, merging together like a kaleidoscope to form the shape of a hand.

This was the ability Fu Qian had acquired through Insight, using this special state to temporarily suppress the effects of the Godblood Curse.

It was useful indeed, but the visual effect was quite a challenge to the imagination.

Hmm?

Bizarre Brother suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring at Fu Qian’s hand with a twisted expression.

It was clear that even he was unsettled by the sight.

“That’s enough, Marco.”

Before the latter could say anything, another voice stopped him.

Still coming from upstairs, a middle-aged man with an elongated face descended.

Compared to Bizarre Brother, this newcomer was much more formally dressed.

Shirt, vest, impeccably tied bow tie, and he even held a gold-inlaid cane in his hand.

With a wave of his hand, he signaled the bespectacled old man to step back, and then he walked straight up to Fu Qian.

“Run into trouble?” he asked.

“Night Watchmen are more cautious than I thought,” Fu Qian replied, letting the man examine his right hand while he supported his mask with the other, removing it for a few seconds.

Camus’s face, just like the back of his hand, was covered with those same chaotic patterns.

“I was almost caught by a Night Watchman as soon as I arrived, had to face a Demigod I’d never seen before, and I had to use this method to escape,” he explained quickly.

“I’m afraid I won’t be much help in this operation.”

“Don’t worry, your condition is fairly stable for now, and Ya Yu should have a way to deal with it,” said the middle-aged man after a careful examination.

That guy definitely isn’t Ya Yu.

Fu Qian nodded subtly, his face unchanging as he put the mask back on.

The one before him had both strength and presence far surpassing Marco’s, speaking with a tone that naturally made one think of him as the organizer of the operation.

Good thing he remembered Old Master Camus’s words clear as day— I too want to know who Ya Yu is.

If this man had surfaced so easily, he shouldn’t harbor that kind of deep grudge.

“Veheler, is he really Camus?” Marco asked, his expression complex.

“I feel like he’s a bit different than usual, especially when he took off the mask just now…”

“You mean the scent of divinity?” Veheler glanced at him, his face expressionless as he pointed to Fu Qian’s exposed hand.

“That’s because it’s called the Godblood Curse.”

“Don’t worry needlessly, I know you two don’t get along, but Camus hasn’t overcome the barrier of becoming a Demigod just yet,” he said.

“By the way, your mask is quite interesting,” Veheler said, thinking of something as he scrutinized Fu Qian, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.