Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2344: Chapter 2339: Inventory (26)

Oh? Mr. Cardon’s mental state is becoming increasingly strange.

If Mr. Dickens continues to question who I am and what brought me here, Fu Qian would find it normal.

But it suddenly veered off to events from decades ago?

Moreover, how could someone like me, visiting this esteemed place for the first time, provide an authoritative answer in this regard?

”Wasn’t that case already closed?”

Fu Qian, curious, retorted abruptly, tossing aside the bottle of pineapple-flavored liquid and with a pop, opening another bottle.

”It appears so, but we want to hear your opinion, after all, you’re holding the deceased’s possession.”

Indeed not easy to fool, Mr. Dickens almost instantly responded, giving Fu Qian no chance to evade the question, finding a reason right on target.

”Could it be because he was a fraud?”

Fu Qian glanced at the cross star in his hand, and in the next moment, truly began analyzing the bloody crime from years ago.

”The things he said were purely for show and deception, and he just happened to bump into something genuine, and then Cardon acted in justice on behalf of the heavens... You should be aware of all this, right?”

Summarizing the situation casually, Fu Qian kicked the question back, sharply questioning the two.

Perhaps according to the earlier judgment, essentially it was a projection of Mr. Cardon’s will, but at least the two individuals were still relatively independent in their expressions.

Additionally, theoretically, they were also victims of that fraud.

”We are the ones asking you.”

Indeed a bit sharp, to the point of making Lady Ya Yi, who positioned herself as the anchor, take a deep breath before speaking, coldly rebutting.

”Oh... Then is it possible Cardon was moved by the victim’s pursuit of spirit, deciding to enlighten him with his own gains, only the latter couldn’t withstand the hardship of enlightenment?”

Fu Qian, who was entrusted with such high expectations, wasn’t polite, and continued to offer a second reading comprehension.

”Enough! Are you taking us for fools?”

Unable to bear the influx of knowledge any longer, Mr. Dickens shouted lowly.

”So ask questions with some technical content.”

Naturally unfazed, Fu Qian instantly signaled to speak straightforwardly, and poured a sip of the newly opened drink into his mouth.

...

This bottle is truly heavyweight.

The purple light is glossy, delicate, and translucent; according to inertia, it should be turn to grape flavor.

And even though he realized something was amiss earlier, Fu Qian still respected giving it a chance.

Indeed, proven extraordinary, as suspected the color possibly came from natural creation, but which contrarian thought of making onion this flavor?

”Regardless of the situation you’re describing, Cardon had no reason to dig him out at this last moment; we think the whole thing may have a common hidden reason, what do you think it is?”

Caught by the charm of pineapple juice, Fu Qian couldn’t help noticing, and due to his prior explanation, Mr. Dickens couldn’t resist exchanging glances with Lady Ya Yi and after hesitating, really asked again.

”Good question.”

Content with this progress, Fu Qian genuinely rolled pineapple juice in his mouth while directly offering praise.

”I feel the same way, and considering other contents from the list, I don’t think Cardon was repenting.”

”So what do you think the reason might be?”

Clapping alone clearly didn’t impress the two in front, Mr. Dickens continued pressing with his gaze fixed on Fu Qian.

”The reason that made him choose to murder back years ago, also made him dig up the corpse at the end of his days.”

Nodding, Fu Qian supplemented the question content for him.

”Good... We seem to be getting on the right track, please continue.”

Fu Qian’s cooperation seemingly astonished Mr. Dickens, as if finally became aware of how sincerity to others eliminates inner conflict.

”No, you continue.”

However, what greeted him was Fu Qian’s straightforward refusal while gesturing towards them.

”Talk about your teachings, what exactly does ’Unjust’ mean; I think this term still holds significance for the matter we’re discussing.”

...

”It’s not us, every person is ’Unjust’.

Encouragingly, the likelihood that the two individuals are projections of Mr. Cardon’s will continues increasing.

Like only as the topic goes deeper are they willing to provide more information, this habit is still being maintained.

Just hesitating for a moment, Mr. Dickens gritted his teeth and began a lecture on the teachings, even the philosophy sounded quite inclusive.

”Isolation, seclusion, indulging oneself to be polluted by dirty flesh, such weakness makes us unable to attain true redemption even in death, and thus in this nurturing by the world, premature demise.”

It’s apparent the old man remembered the teachings very clearly, instantly reciting a passage without pause, even his expression gradually became fervent.

”If you think we’re pursuing so-called Extraordinary Power, then I can only say it’s too shallow... Growing into the Righteous is the sole answer in this world.

”And the only way to redeem you, letting you attain purity, is by letting the Angels consume your tainted flesh, shattering restraint... In the end, you will eternally live in their will with purity and immortality.”

Hmm... Seems like I roughly understand.

The impure flesh is nothing but self-restriction, and only through redemption can one transform into the Righteous?

This teaching is actually quite simple to understand, if bought into this mindset, the patterns on the clothes don’t seem as bizarre.

Furthermore, Mr. Dickens’ actions back then seem to have yet another twist—

No longer evil sacrifices claiming lives, rather a redeemer helping shed sin?

”So you came over back then to actually aid this lady in achieving redemption?”

Fu Qian pointed to the side, casually verifying with Dickens.

”It’s not one-sided, the redeemer also gains guidance from the Righteous, and eventually they embrace each other.”

Mr. Dickens indeed didn’t refute, affirming Fu Qian’s understanding of the teachings, simultaneously proving Lady Ya Yi was indeed the devoured one.

”So can you share your view? Why did Cardon do it, kill someone and then dig them out?”

The targeted person was rather annoyed, indicating it was Fu Qian’s turn.

”Novel idea, though the model is fairly simplistic, still reflects some contemplation...”

To this, Fu Qian simply pondered, as though savoring the thought behind ’Unjust’.

”So you—”

This kind of behavior clearly made Mr. Dickens unable to hold back, although he was cut off right as he opened his mouth.

”So during this process does the redeemer necessarily need to be informed? Is there a possibility of forced contribution? Like him back then?”

Fatal chain of three questions, Fu Qian gestured towards Cardon lying there.