Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2502: Chapter 2497: A Sea of Bull Heads

That’s right, it really looks like someone has been inside.

While giving high praise to the old man’s performance, Fu Qian also acknowledged his statement.

At this moment, both of them were already standing in front of that bizarre building, and the traces were clear.

A door with considerable design aesthetics, perfectly aligned with the entire stacked box architecture, had already been brutally destroyed.

Although it appeared equally old and decayed, it shouldn’t have been impossible to open, yet at this moment there were dense holes on the door, as if someone couldn’t find the key and shot it out of rage for five minutes.

It did indeed work, as the largest hole was big enough for a person to pass through.

Someone had arrived here first and broke in—a vivid scene indeed.

”It seems that way, so you didn’t know before?”

Fu Qian observed as he agreed, but his concerns were elsewhere.

”No, I didn’t know.”

The old man shook his head, indicating he was indeed surprised.

”Then why did you say we could come here and check it out?”

Fu Qian pursued this, pointing out a contradiction.

”Because there are more people here.”

The old man spoke as if it was self-evident, and even stepped into the gap first.

It did make some sense, strangely enough.

Fu Qian naturally followed along, deeply intrigued.

Regarding the old man’s guidance, some might think he stood by the road and saw something that led him to direct them here.

But in Fu Qian’s judgment, the probability of Lady Selana being seen was indeed not high.

When acting outside, she walked with a mysterious air, wanting to shrink her head into her trousers, and now suddenly rushing to such a peculiar place, wouldn’t she be even more cautious?

Not to mention, as if speaking a prophecy, this place indeed somewhat matched the ”Death Overlord” style.

So the reason for asking earlier was indeed to see the mental state of the ”Wise Dead,” to observe the inner workings.

It turned out the wisdom level was still increasing, as such a suggestion was indeed made without any basis.

More people equals a higher probability of finding someone, though simple, it brimmed with life wisdom.

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Is Moore related to the Death God?

Though this was not discovered last time, the encounters along the way were making it hard to ignore this possibility.

If the old man’s comments on the Wise Dead are correct, that title alone is enough to let one’s imagination run wild.

Even Laurie and the others appearing here seem to have a sense of fate’s guidance.

Inspired by the Abandonment King, after painstakingly searching for the demigod favored by Him, eventually finding traces of the Death Overlord.

Meanwhile, believing they were searching for the Half-god of the Blood Clan’s Death Overlord, they also arrived at this location.

It’s truly dramatic; is this the true flair of ancient Supremes?

Even half-dead, there is still divine will guiding in the shadows.

If this is true, the investment in those Greedy Worms was indeed worth it.

Not only could it be used to test faith-related matters, it even helped in a prison break, and now in some way, it’s helping to connect with the heritage of the Death God.

However, this also inevitably brings up some new questions.

For example, the most obvious point—the tragedy of the Academy’s Exploration Team; was the Death God involved?

This is astonishing news. The two keywords Cass left behind, according to him, belong to the exploration plan of that year, remnants obtained with great difficulty.

This suggests that the members of the Academy, like him now, came here with specific information and aims.

So, did they eventually find the Wise Dead?

If they did, does it imply that they had visited Moore, as he speculated?

Will there be traces of them in this Moore on the path of death?

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”There are truly a lot of people.”

Amidst the pondering, the storm abruptly ceased.

Fu Qian, also thoroughly soaked, remarked that the building structure behind the door looked rather complex.

Upon first glance, it was divided into four layers, each floor surprisingly tall, and there were even rails connecting them aside from the stairs, adding a unique style.

Considering the mention of purifying Sinful Power, it wouldn’t be too odd if the inside was arranged in a ceremonial style.

But as a scholarly worker who values the combination of production, teaching, and research, at this moment Fu Qian found that the structure inside, though unique, genuinely possessed a bit of the assembly line factory vibe, a testament to the clever designer of this place.

Nonetheless, now these industrial outlines, though still present, had long been corroded by various ostentatious facades.

The old lady selling juice wasn’t wrong; this place had evidently been developed into a new commerce center.

Numerous shops showcased their creativity to the maximum, utilizing the unique charm of this place to captivate and allure.

There were indeed a lot of people, as evident by the sea of bovine heads upon a glance.

Yes, indeed, they were bovine heads.

Clearly human limbs and torsos, yet above the neck, they were entirely bovine in shape.

Different breeds shared a common trait—disproportionate to their body size.

Did he not see such a scene before? The Nightmare Corridor of yesteryear had a Sister Ox-head known for beheading.

Thankfully, reassuringly enough, the group made no sound, they merely strolled quietly between floors, seemingly at ease.

”Yes, most people are here. Their hearts are not strong enough, nor peaceful enough; this is the most suitable place for them.”

Casually acknowledging the existence form of the dead, the old man kept moving, leading Fu Qian upward, walking past the peculiar human figures.

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Inner instability necessitates redemption vouchers?

Cautiously avoiding the horns, Fu Qian found the old man’s comment deeply intriguing.

Despite being the largest group so far, the old man’s appraisal was evidently the lowest.

However, to Fu Qian, understanding the underlying meaning was still within reach.

Clearly, this symbolically significant building provided some psychological support for the wandering dead, allowing them to stably exist in such a form.

As they passed through, it could clearly be seen that they were not wearing fake bovine heads; they were genuine creations of flesh and blood, so there was no idle chatter.

”Is the person you’re looking for inside?”

In this bizarre scene, the two of them had already reached the top floor, gazing out from the railing, while the old man didn’t forget why they came here.

”No, though a few pairs of eyes were red, I’m quite certain they were male. By the way, what’s with the flames on their bodies?”

Fu Qian naturally had observed earlier, directly offering his conclusion, and casually expressed his curiosity.

”Why don’t you tell me, for it wasn’t like this originally.”

The old man turned to look, his tone still calm, yet the content was astonishing.