Chapter 2347 - 2342: List (29)

Chapter 2347: Chapter 2342: List (29)

The old man in the abandoned house, the Mad Fire burns to ashes.

Lying on the same bed as his father years ago, Cardon’s consciousness was irrevocably nearing its end, opposite to what his father had pursued.

Yet he still couldn’t sleep, and there was no response to the witness’s words.

"The will and flesh of humans are so fragile that you can see various fallacies born of fear. But fallacies do not mean they are valueless. To me, the idea of the Righteous is indeed interesting."

But Fu Qian didn’t mind and continued casually.

The previous words weren’t just nonsense. Given his extensive interrogative experience, leading people astray was naturally second nature.

As mentioned earlier, one of the tricky parts of this task was the firmness of the person’s will.

For this final death wish, the old man only trusted his own judgment and would never reveal the core issue troubling him easily.

So much so that even someone trying to help, like Fu Qian, had to blindly feel his way, step by step, to pinpoint this issue.

However, the old man’s resolute attitude was not entirely meaningless, for it provided a direction to explore—the knowledge itself proved harmful.

Just this one point was almost enough to dismiss the performance of those three roles earlier.

In conclusion, feeling blindly began to yield results, with some things revealing themselves.

In fact, it seemed to be the only way to uncover the secrets of an old man with a will so steadfast that even death no longer frightened him—letting the secret reveal itself.

Of course, to keep the secret unfolding, this alone is not enough.

The counterpart is not like the villain in the movie finale, who always jumps out to contest right and wrong. Such a fight bears no meaning in the current situation; more motivation must be provided next.

"Please believe, I have extensive experience in disturbing one’s peaceful dreams. A patience contest is meaningless."

While recounting his notorious deeds, Fu Qian snapped his fingers, expanding his body slightly, turning the attire on his upper body into rags completely.

"I suggest taking more drastic measures while there’s still strength, defying fate."

The flying ashes in the sky seemed to encounter a special force field, swirling in nauseating curves, vividly representing the essence of chaos.

And standing in the middle of it, after analyzing the situation, Fu Qian also directly gave a suggestion.

"Come, let me see what a true Righteous man is, and how foolish those cannibals truly are."

...

The Fire of Madness consumed the will, while the twisted core made it difficult for anyone to sleep.

For an old man hoping to die in his sleep, the situation was indeed a bit cruel.

But Fu Qian, seemingly harmonious in thought and action, was in no way preparing to cancel the halo.

On one hand, naturally due to confidence in his judgment, and on the other, trust in the old man.

In theory, it wasn’t impossible that the previous dialogue was Cardon’s survival instinct.

That is, the hidden threat on him had been eliminated, but he was kept awake by his own disturbance, thus guiding himself to settle down and let him pass away peacefully.

But Fu Qian considered the probability to be quite low indeed.

Although each party had their own agenda in the exchange, Fu Qian tried to remain as honest as possible, even about long stretches without sleep, which he had indeed experienced before.

And it was precisely this point that made Fu Qian have higher expectations for a tough guy who had resisted the urge to sleep for decades.

The fear the old man faced should not be so easily resolved.

So no matter how the situation appeared, whether it seemed likely the mission might fail at any moment, he had no intention of appeasement and was completely unwilling to use Transcendence to restart—

"You..."

Reality proved that at some moment, this confidence reaped rewards.

In a field of death’s desolation, a voice abruptly arose... could it be Cardon himself?

Fu Qian easily discerned the voice and gazed silently at the old man lying there.

The old man’s mouth wasn’t open, nor were there any new blood traces sitting up from him—rip!

Fu Qian had already turned into a beggar’s garb, and at that moment, it tore off in shreds tossed aside.

And revealed under his body, were glaring red blood streaks.

...

Very well, very spirited.

Under torment, did the evil results unexpectedly erupt on himself?

Normally, if ten or even eight more figures sat up on Mr. Cardon Sr.’s side, it wouldn’t be surprising at all.

And yet it emerged from himself?

In a body that’s merely Middle Tier, it’s indeed an astonishing feat.

At that moment, Fu Qian both praised and watched the image being torn from himself.

Sure enough, it was Mr. Cardon Sr. himself, although his words were not particularly polite.

"You are someone hard to redeem."

Due to the Tyrant’s overwhelming body, being torn from it nearly rolled Cardon to the ground.

The moment he stood up, he immediately offered a sharp critique to Fu Qian.

"And you can?"

Before Expert Fu could even defend his Talent, a voice had already taken the lead to help retort.

Raymond?

To this, Fu Qian continued to look downward, examining his ventriloquist.

Indeed, the voice came from himself, seeing yet another figure struggling to emerge, it was the roadside shop owner from before.

"A group of self-important things."

Even before reaching the ground, Raymond already opened another round of group sneering.

"Of course I can, I’m only one step away from the destined completion."

To this, "Cardon" responded with a series of cold laughs, even turned to look at himself lying there.

"You are doing something very dangerous."

Just as the words fell, another new voice emerged, signaling not to be blindly optimistic.

Female, vaguely familiar.

Fu Qian blinked, watching the figure stepping down from himself.

A rough cloth robe, a hint of white hair, it was Rosetta, mentioned not long ago.

...

"Originally, things didn’t have to be like this, how do you feel now?"

Sneering at Rosetta’s remarks, the bustling old shack "Cardon" continued steering the spearhead towards Fu Qian.

"You actually only needed to sit there quietly, let me successfully ignore your existence, everything would have been perfect—yet you insist on causing trouble, so I can only switch methods."

While speaking, even his hands weren’t idle, the ashes in the sky seemed to encounter a vacuum, rapidly coalescing and condensing among themselves.

"Look here."

Soon "Cardon" summoned an invitation, signaling to look towards him.

And Fu Qian, taking the hint, could see those ashes were being ground into a shining black mirror.

As for the reflection in the mirror, it was shockingly composed of countless overlapping blood-colored figures.

"Do you understand? This is why this body is Hell... only the death of the flesh signifies the journey from childhood to maturity."

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