Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1393: Chapter 1391: Calamity Strikes (6)

Quite the demeanor of a crime scene.

At least a third of the body is covered in crimson, the woman lying slanted on the bed appears to be a young lady.

And at this moment, not only is she without a stitch of clothing, but her whole body is also rigid and motionless, resembling someone who has been brutally murdered here—yet that’s not the case.

Without rushing forward to check, Fu Qian quickly reached a conclusion contrary to the initial impression.

The reason is simple, his sense of smell had also returned by this time.

Amidst this tragic scene, what permeates the air is a strong smell of alcohol.

The patch of crimson seemed not to be blood sprayed from a human body, but rather a highly misleading colored wine.

In fact, from this position, all that can be seen is a tiny suspected wound on the neck, it’s hard to imagine blood flowing in such a manner.

But with the smell of wine and the position of the wound, this overly classic configuration, it seems to easily remind one of a scene from the past…

Fu Qian raised his hand and touched his face.

Sure enough, it wasn’t flesh but a cool mask.

Even the slightly familiar contour allowed him to sketch out a black and white mask full of intimidating authority in his mind without needing a mirror—Grand Fate Ming Emperor.

Indeed, it was the image he had while wandering in worldly society, intimidating Shangjing.

The mask’s contour was familiar because it was selected from Miss Wen’s inventory.

Then with a drunken lady, a wound on the neck, and an unmistakable hotel room, these elements together are hard not to remind one of the recent uproar over the vampire post-drunken corpse-snatching incident in Shangjing.

Even though it’s slightly less visually shocking, during his trailing investigation, he had really seen similar scenes.

The only question is, whose dream is this?

…

Though perceptions in dreams are originally influenced, the contrast is incomparable to suddenly reverting to an ordinary person.

The only thing Fu Qian could confirm at this moment was the deep night outside, and under the thick curtains, no one was hiding.

The scene before him was undoubtedly very unfavorable for him.

Should someone burst in, it would be impossible to believe he was merely passing by.

Knock, knock!

As the saying goes, one’s thoughts come true; the next moment, the unhurried knocking sound unexpectedly came from one side.

The abruptness of the sound, with no prior indication of approaching footsteps, went well with this eerie scene.

The only pity was that the gracefully mannered visitor didn’t wait for Fu Qian to help open the door.

The rather exquisite door lock was unexpectedly twisted open from the outside in the next moment.

A tall figure in his twenties.

As the fragments fell, the door was silently pushed open, and a familiar silhouette with knife-like eyes stood there, coldly looking over.

…

Jiang En.

It must be said that in this situation, this is a face that does not seem out of place.

After all, a short while ago during the series of post-drunken corpse-snatching incidents, though it was ultimately pinned on those Greedy Worms, it was actually this person before him who was responsible.

Not to mention that in essence, he is considered one of the Greedy Worms.

The contract of servitude signed with Divine Beings is not so easily shaken off.

“Pleasure to meet you, please come in.”

Facing that unfriendly complexion, Fu Qian remained calm, making a gesture of invitation.

“It should be me saying it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The latter looked around with a straight face, especially lingering for a few seconds on the wine-stained lady before finally accepting the invitation, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

“Grand Fate Ming Emperor, because of you, Shangjing has been so much more exciting lately.”

“Flattered.”

This remark was obviously not kind, but Fu Qian seemed completely oblivious, speaking while looking past Jiang En’s shoulder to the back.

“What’s the matter?”

Jiang En obviously noticed, followed with a glance back, then showed a mocking expression.

“Rest assured, there’s no one else besides me.”

“Then I really can’t understand your behavior.”

Slightly shaking his head, Fu Qian pointed to the hole in the door.

“If it wasn’t for letting the support outside hear clearly, does doing this have any meaning?”

“Evidently coming alone for this private conversation, the first thing is to make a hole in the door?”

…

“Could the Ming Emperor tell me what’s going on here?”

Faced with the logical question raised by Fu Qian, Jiang En was obviously at a loss.

Nonetheless, the situation was set, how could such trivial matters bother him.

Coldly laughing again, he even lost interest in responding, directly gesturing at the chaotic bed with his eyes.

“She’s not dead.”

Pity, even when caught red-handed, Grand Fate Ming Emperor spoke without any trace of panic, even casually explaining.

“Strictly speaking, her current situation is more like she opened a bottle with her head and then fainted by herself.”

“Of course, I know she’s not dead.”

Yet Jiang En was unaffected in the slightest.

“You’re not a real vampire.”

With a cold sneer, Jiang En’s eyes were like knives, seemingly able to penetrate that grim mask and directly see the thoughts hidden beneath.

“If someone actually died, neither the Night Watchmen nor Gulad would react the way they are now.”

“Oh, what’s the current situation?”

Clearly unkind, Fu Qian’s tone also turned cold, asking indifferently.

“Negligence, even mutual constraint, letting that poor suspect sink into deep trouble bit by bit, even ultimately forced to house arrest or expelled from Shangjing despite lack of evidence.”

“Tyler Gulad? Sounds a little pitiful, but what benefit do I gain from doing this? I’m not particularly familiar with him.”

For this speculation, Fu Qian neither agreed nor denied.

“That’s the cleverness of it.”

With cold laughter, Jiang En gave no breathing room.

“I acknowledge what you say, you’re indeed not familiar with Tyler, nor do you bear any grudge, not to mention the Night Watchmen, even he himself might find it hard to suspect you.”

“But as these incidents keep happening, it’s certainly beneficial for you.”

“Facing your challenge, whether it’s the poor man anxious to prove his innocence or his kin wanting to keep a low profile and minimize impact, neither would be interested in responding.”

“Next, you can easily spread rumors that Tyler Gulad avoids meeting you out of fear, and continue causing incidents until he’s expelled from Shangjing, and then target me.”

Jiang En pointed to his own face.

“As a character who hasn’t even reached the Middle Tier, the threat is obviously much smaller than Tyler; at that point, once you deal with me, the name of Grand Fate Ming Emperor will resonate throughout Shangjing… this is also why that woman on the bed absolutely won’t die.”

“Once ordinary people start dying due to Extraordinary Elements, the stance of the Night Watchmen would be of a completely different intensity, at that point, not only would that poor man likely regain his innocence, but you would sooner or later be found and suffer a brutal fate… am I right?”