Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2326: Chapter 2321: Checklist (8)

As expected, Lucy’s door never opened until we crossed the bridge again.

Although it was less than half an hour, today’s unexpected guests clearly brought some spirit shock.

Even providing a new anchor point for the person involved to reassess their life.

Of course, Fu Qian believed they could get through it.

After all, if you think about it, although the behavior of the two visitors was abstract to the point of madness, it was no big deal when it was specific to individuals.

It’s perfectly normal for young people to be passionate, and the secrets Lady Lucy exposed are not even considered infidelity, they can even be called regrets of adolescence.

Especially because I helped manage the situation.

Not sure what kind of price the old man paid for this trip, but it was obvious that he entrusted me with the responsibility of controlling the situation earlier.

And the important element of confidence was clearly the gun at my waist.

First was the appearance and aura, then taking out that kind of lethal weapon; even for such a big family, it shouldn’t be a problem to intimidate them completely.

Unfortunately, just like how I didn’t realize I had already scared people with the gun, this time I didn’t pull out the gun, purely relying on affinity to stabilize the situation, and even managed to get a bowl of soup.

This kind of development clearly minimized the destructiveness of that dinner, and even the probability of calling the police should be the same.

At most, Lucy’s family would just have a slightly smaller appetite.

”Have you eaten something?”

Just as Fu Qian was empathizing with all sides, Cardon surprisingly did not forget to care about his employee’s life, suddenly asking.

”Yes, I have.”

In response, Fu Qian reminisced about the taste of the cream soup and answered cheerfully.

The road wasn’t complicated. While talking, he was indeed controlling the vehicle, returning along the old route, heading straight for the place where it had once broken down.

”That’s good, the place we’re going may not have anything to eat.”

Although it sounded comforting, it seemed that the series of operations just now had exhausted his energy, and Cardon’s voice showed no fluctuation.

”Drive all the way to that deserted inn.”

...

No wonder he said there might not be dinner.

Even though they were traveling in darkness, with the employer’s opinion, an image of the courtyard they once passed instantly flashed in Fu Qian’s mind.

It was so dilapidated that there wouldn’t even be many rats there; if there were food, it would be a ghost indeed.

So the old man had already decided on a place to stay, regardless of whether it’s still in business or not?

Is he so attached to that place... or is it part of a final wish list?

For a moment, Fu Qian became even more curious about the part he was to help complete.

The old man’s actions just now were already quite stream of consciousness, and in this more abstract scenario, what kind of bonds would there be?

Of course, curiosity is just curiosity; Fu Qian remained highly professional throughout.

He showed no objection to the destination Cardon reported, nor did he hesitate while driving forward.

”Regarding that family just now... how do you feel?”

Perhaps because he was too professional, Cardon, who was in the back seat, did not immediately enter a state of pretending to be dead and paused to ask another question.

”The soup was well made.”

Uncertain if there was a chat clause in the employment contract, Fu Qian didn’t mind learning about this gentleman’s final insights.

”Anything else?”

Though in Cardon’s eyes, this answer seemed a bit too simplistic.

”Nothing else.”

”Nothing else?”

”Why need there be? You didn’t seem to focus on it either?”

...

”Very true.”

At a certain moment, Fu Qian seemed to feel a chill in the darkness.

Through the rearview mirror, he could see the unusually scrutinizing gaze that the well-dressed dying person behind him cast over.

Having mingled in the Supernatural Community for so long, Fu Qian could fully decode the meaning; it was a kind of aloof malevolence from a Transcendent.

However, it was only for an instant, and soon this energy disappeared from Cardon, and the voice continued to sound like decaying wood.

”To me, they are actually unimportant, just like that cat...”

And he seemed to agree with Fu Qian’s view, that was just now not deliberately showing disdain for Lucy, but indeed she was not important.

Everyone was unimportant, including the initial invitor.

What was important was that he was invited here.

”I understand, thank you for sharing.”

Fu Qian nodded again to Cardon’s self-analysis, indicating that he indeed meant as such earlier.

Not blind compliance, from what he had seen and heard, most so-called reconciliation with the world essentially should be called self-reconciliation.

The old man just exhibited it more extremely.

From this point of view, he had indeed seriously contemplated life and was indeed worthy of crafting such a list plan.

The issue is also here—what was the mysterious element of this act of self-reconciliation that warranted a warehouse to help complete it?

So far, he had been cooperating as an ordinary person, but matters were clearly steadily veering toward a strange direction.

For instance, in the old man’s original plan, regarding tonight’s accommodation, did he really never consider that the driver might refuse?

...

The brief exchange seemed to finally exhaust his energy, and Cardon remained silent thereafter.

And in the excessive silence, Fu Qian soon drove downhill, entering a dilapidated courtyard.

At a glance, it was even not the only car there; at one corner of the slightly low hotel, a car engulfed by weeds could still be seen.

And that rusty car frame seemed to emphatically declare that this place had been abandoned for a long time.

However, just like how Lucy’s family’s attitude earlier was unimportant, Cardon seemed entirely indifferent to this as well.

”You can stay in the car.”

However, seeing Fu Qian even deliberately parked the car properly, before this gentleman opened the door to get off, he seemed moved by Fu Qian’s professionalism and specifically instructed.

”Understood.”

Slightly nodding, Fu Qian watched as the old man closed the car door again and walked straight to the hotel front desk.

It seemed like he indeed planned to stay there for the night, strictly adhering to the check-in process.

And seeing Cardon passing through the front desk and disappearing in the hallway, Fu Qian really accepted his suggestion and sat unmoving in the car.

It felt like the old man was even more familiar with this place than Lucy’s house earlier, a revisit?

Without making Fu Qian wait long, Cardon’s figure soon reappeared in one of the hotel’s rooms.

It was easy for Fu Qian to see inside through the window; it was a mess, and even the mattress was propped against the wall.

Yet Cardon was utterly indifferent, proceeding to take off his coat and then lay straight on it, even took a glance this way before lying down.

Interesting... so could this place also have been his accommodation back then?

Fu Qian found this scene deeply intriguing for a moment.

If it was, then where would the old man’s doctor father be lying at this moment?