Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2711: Chapter 2706: Stealing a Marriage Fate

Polite, yet irresistible.

Even if Fu Qian couldn’t see the other person, it didn’t hinder him from commenting.

Even during the soft whispering, the charisma couldn’t be concealed.

In comparison, it indeed seemed more fitting than the current body to be a groom.

As for the cloak mentioned by the other person, it wasn’t actually an Extraordinary Item, simply exuding luxury and nobility.

Just seeing the corner showing from this position, one could tell that even at a grand wedding, it’s a rare item.

The other wanting to borrow it was rather normal.

Moreover, for Fu Qian, who had seen the passing animation, it wasn’t possible to refuse on behalf of this body.

In summary, this was mutual pursuit.

What Fu Qian found more intriguing was the previous response.

The tone of the person outside was akin to waiting for the person inside the room to finish tidying up and meet someone.

Considering the current perspective, the undeniable lavishness made it easy to imagine she was waiting for the one slumped on the desk.

When the person outside was impatient, the one behind responded.

After that key response, the person outside didn’t seem to notice any anomaly, making the slumped person seem a bit redundant.

So who was everyone waiting for — wait, seems like it’s everyone.

The person behind was clearly certain that the one being borrowed wouldn’t refuse.

Silently, the luxurious attire was undone, and the perspective Fu Qian brought in was shifted a bit during the process.

Still unable to see the face, but the reaching hand and even the cuff looked so familiar.

Compared to the current body, it was not identical but almost indistinguishable.

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The real and fake groom?

Heard about seizing others’ opportunities, but it’s rare to seize others’ wedding vows.

Of course, it wouldn’t naively lead to a plot of twins having a simultaneous wedding; at that moment, Fu Qian easily reached a conclusion, with a tinge of reflection.

The situation was fairly obvious; the one slumped appeared to be the genuine groom, but was overpowered with malevolent intent to replace him in the nuptials.

Even the attire was prepared beforehand, only missing the outer cloak, thus requiring a live loan.

In summary, the conspiracy was so strong that one’s eyes were nearly closed.

So why engage in such scheming? To commit such nefarious deeds?

Don’t panic, it’s just a warehouse task.

Indeed, Fu Qian had already speculated the nature of the current scene from the start.

And with that trick of swapping places, the sense of familiarity with certain elements grew stronger.

Previously, he imagined several times how Old Master Ji Feng became intertwined with the Larea Family.

Considering the Administrator’s identity, the simplest and most logical guess was the intersection derived from tasks.

After all, the Blood Wedding happened several hundred years ago; Old Master Ji Feng might have deep credentials, but presumably not to such an extent?

Specific to the current situation, it felt like experiencing from a uniquely special perspective, revisiting the senior’s past task footage?

His task entry point was likely replacing the groom’s identity.

Of course, these were still conjectures, lacking concrete evidence.

Due to the opponent having likely transformed into the groom’s appearance, even attempting a glimpse had little chance of revealing Old Master Ji Feng’s real visage.

But doing such things himself wasn’t sparse, the overall sense of probability seemed fairly high.

Even a minor detail seemed to support this — where did the highly imitated attire come from?

Rather than believing a great effort was spent beforehand, or the groom prepared two identical sets, Fu Qian leaned toward a simpler, direct possibility: replicated by the warehouse.

After all, when he first started tasks, the warehouse sometimes provided uniforms.

Compared to when Old Master Ji Feng was on tasks, the warehouse might have been more flourishing, so better benefits were reasonable.

Just that the mind was a bit rigid, lacking the outermost piece, hence having to borrow from the rightful owner.

Overall, the probability of witnessing Old Master Ji Feng’s past means due to fate was no small matter.

The only question might be, how could this passing footage exist in the Executioner’s eyes?

"Truly impressive... we still need to trouble you a bit further."

The person behind had already donned the cloak, appearing very satisfied.

Sounding as though wanting to maintain a certain politeness, once more lightly whispering, the other took the item yet didn’t forget a farewell.

And at nearly the same time, Fu Qian realized the senses of this body were being rapidly suppressed to the point of disappearing.

The world began to grow silent, the vision quickly converging into a cone, regressing to a newborn infant’s level and finally complete darkness.

The last things confirmed were, one, that the viewpoint moved during the process as if the head was shrinking correspondingly.

Two, the clothes truly became larger.

Originally tailored and fitted attire swiftly became carpet-like and ultimately was drawn up to cover the body.

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Turned into a puppet? Old Master’s means were somewhat diabolical.

Though quickly engulfed in total darkness, completely severed from the external connection, Fu Qian wasn’t hindered from silently deducing the final predicament of the "groom" based on the last sensed things.

Actually very reasonable, impersonation aside from high similarity had a crucial point: the true body must not interfere.

If truly preparing this plan, surely leaving the rightful owner here wouldn’t work.

At this moment, discreetly processing and hiding away was quite ordinary.

But the Old Master’s means seemed too much of an Evil Demon path.

Perhaps not directly killing, but shrinking plus sensory shutdown, completely cutting off from the external.

Hiding for convenience was indeed convenient, but ordinary people clearly found it unbearable.

Especially the one administered on was on their auspicious day.

The psychological journey was not immune to lament when empathized casually.

Nevertheless, such an experience meant little to Fu Qian.

If not for being pressed for time, he didn’t mind savoring further for a moment.

At this moment, Fu Qian was more concerned with his audience seat.

Could it possibly stay entirely black-screened like this? Not a bit of light?

After fortuitously and coincidentally getting a glimpse of past secrets, would it eventually have to rely purely on mental supplements?

If true, that would be somewhat extreme — wait, there’s light.

Amidst the sarcastic remarks, the audience’s demand seemed heard, and at a certain moment, Fu Qian noticed a ray of dawn appearing amid the darkness.

Before he could discern more, a hint of fragrance was already arriving first.