Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2717: Chapter 2712: Bloodline Cipher

It truly is the tradition of the Larea Family, casually pulling things out from the stomach?

Mr. Jose’s actions at that moment were undoubtedly a visual shock.

But through the screen, with such confidence, confirming that the target was not the young stepmother at the same time, Expert Fu remained extremely calm, not forgetting to make sarcastic remarks.

The main reason was that the sense of déjà vu was too strong, a small, even pulsating, mass of blood and flesh, inevitably leading one to associate with new life.

Not to mention, during a previous mission, I had already seen cradles of human flesh scattered all over the place here.

This bloodline of the Larea Family is somewhat peculiar, and Mr. Jose has always been wary of this point?

While making sarcastic remarks, I calmly organized a train of thought, and Fu Qian was momentarily amazed.

Moreover, if this is the case, does it prove that ”humans are a contradictory unity of opposites”?

I had previously judged that Mr. Jose should disdain lying to the young stepmother next to him, so he is indeed looking forward to new offspring.

But at the same time, if this new offspring is his own child, he still cannot accept it?

”Ah—uum!”

While Fu Qian wrote commentary on the spectacle, the young stepmother’s scream finally stopped.

It’s not that acceptance increased in a short time.

In my peripheral vision, I could see that her two plump lips actually stuck together, forcibly holding back any further noise, leaving only a gurgling sound in her throat.

Without a doubt, this was the doing of Mr. Jose, the master of at least the Second Order Extraordinary, these subtle tricks are too easy.

”I said, maintain silence here.”

As the young wife struggled, Jose seemed to finally remember her, casually reminding her.

Clearly, the mass of flesh in his hand was still pulsating, yet he had again restored that calm demeanor, even lifting it up for a closer look.

Honestly, it still looks quite healthy, not quite pink and white, but there’s indeed a faint humanoid outline, like a curled-up new life.

Yet it is precisely this point that in that moment generated the uncanny valley effect.

A genuine new life at this size does not look like this.

Not to mention that ”rhythmic heartbeat,” is achieved by the entire body.

Poof—

While observing closely, the hand suddenly clenched, blood splattered.

”Ha... whew, ha...”

Almost simultaneously, the young stepmother, as if recovering from suffocation, emitted heavy panting sounds.

...

Indeed, recovery happened, soon Mr. Jose no longer paid attention to the thing in his hand, instead turning to look.

In the view, it’s clear to see that although the young stepmother’s hand was still held on her throat, her originally joined lips had already separated.

Also, possibly due to the subconscious action to open the mouth earlier, a line of torn wound that seeped blood made her lips appear even more luscious.

”Calm down, today is an important day, I hope you can maintain presence throughout.”

Unfortunately, that beauty which came at the cost of blood, didn’t even warrant Mr. Jose a second glance, only reminding her to not mess up at the critical moment.

Including the earlier shocking scene, he had no intention of explaining.

”...Okay.”

The young stepmother undoubtedly dared not ask and was only striving to take deep breaths to calm herself.

...

Unexpected, Mr. Jose actually cares so much about mundane etiquette?

The world returned to calmness, and in the blink of an eye, the small prayer room displayed the typical elder fussing over children on a joyous day.

However, watching until the end, Fu Qian not only found the plot exceptional but couldn’t help feeling the final twist was somewhat forced.

Mr. Jose had previously seemed to disregard formalities, his words and actions were eye-popping.

Someone who cared so much about the guests’ feelings and even royal image, including Don Juan, seems increasingly questionable.

But when facing a wife recovering from a fright, the first instruction was that she must not be absent; the focus seemed misplaced—or is there a specific reason?

Today is an important day...

At its core, just a ceremony, Don Juan wouldn’t perform progeny creation with his newlywed wife on-site, how could it possibly be so important—indeed very important, otherwise how would Mr. Ji Sr. be present?

Though each scene so far is somewhat erratic, at that moment, Fu Qian was still easily able to self-answer, attempting to connect them.

One of the wonders of logic is helping to define the ”unknown.”

The implicit contradictions in Mr. Jose’s demeanor, coupled with Mr. Ji’s presence, seem to hint at a conclusion—that besides what’s seen, there exists an additional reason making this wedding significant for him.

Beyond formalities or familial affection, sufficient to move a Second Order Extraordinary.

Although the specific nature cannot be confirmed at present, knowing the presence of this ”unknown” is already a gain.

Especially for me, knowing additionally that a certain Mr. Ji might lead me to this unknown, perhaps verify whether it’s related to what Jose just took out from his stomach.

”The sun is out, today is a good day.”

Though the person involved appeared entirely unconcerned, bloodstained, standing with arms folded, chatting with the bedside partner on traditional topics.

...

Indeed, it’s a good day, as the young stepmother forced a smile, Fu Qian indeed agreed with Mr. Jose’s statement.

Though previously it hadn’t rained, it was somewhat gloomy.

Now the sun came out, unequivocally enhancing the festive atmosphere with light, everything became clear.

Yet what’s comforting for Fu Qian is not this, but under the brighter light, certain details in the room became clearer, such as a stone plate not far away.

Entirely black, polished surface, centrally placed on a small wooden table, resembling a divining mirror.

Relying on the reflected image, Fu Qian for the first time saw from the fourth camera position, Mr. Jose’s true face.

Is it really that face?

The statue in Em House Palace, the Face of Divine Human of Little Benjamin—even has traces of the First Generation Dark Moon.

...

I’ve got to admit, no matter how exquisite a sculpture, there’s a difference from the real person.

If previously it was merely suspicion that the Larea Family might retain some influences of the old Dark Moon, now Fu Qian can confidently assert a seventy percent conviction.

Clearly, not entirely similar, but still certain it’s not a coincidence.

The only pity is that it was only enough for this quick glance, the vision in the divining mirror, and everything else around, was blurred again in the next moment.