Chapter 1000: Chapter 998 Gospel (15) Chapter 1000: Chapter 998 Gospel (15) Fu Qian’s answer had clearly shocked Liushuang.
Fortunately, Fu Qian was considerate enough not to let this injured person continue to torment her brain cells.
“There are two reasons, first, the weight of this counterweight is definitely enough.”
The next moment he provided his reasons.
I really can’t argue with that…
Despite her internal scorn, Liushuang remained silent.
“Second, I just happen to be quite familiar with the Rebirth Club.”
“More familiar than they are themselves?”
This time, Liushuang couldn’t help but interject.
“Yes, I’m not one to boast, but I probably am more familiar than they themselves.”
The latter nodded earnestly.
“…If Mr. Andiel is confident, then we might give it a try.”
Gazing at the white mask, which had simple facial features, there was a peculiar beauty under the moonlight.
Liushuang didn’t even know why she would agree to such a preposterous plan.
Because of that fleeting familiar sensation, somewhat similar to someone?
She quickly denied this thought and attributed her decision to having no other choice.
“A teachable child indeed.”
Fu Qian seemed unconcerned with her inner struggle.
“So, from now on, you are the Saintess of the Rebirth Club.”
“Next, let us display some real Rebirth Club shock and awe.”
That title…
“Fine.”
Liushuang instinctively wanted to refuse, but after a brief hesitation, she resignedly agreed.
“So what is the specific plan?”
“It’s simple, how should you act when you want to keep a low profile, but encounter someone impersonating you?”
“Reveal my identity and expose them.”
Liushuang responded without thinking.
“Well said!”
Fu Qian praised her again and directly removed his mask.
You…
Liushuang’s gaze was involuntarily captured, but under the moonlight, the face beneath the mask was no longer distorted, but that of a withered old man.
“Is this an important figure from the Rebirth Club?”
After being stunned for a moment, she quickly came to her senses.
“More precisely, it should be one of the elders, escaped from an accident, became a demigod through Limb Attachment, active around the world, a dangerous individual verified by the Night Watchman–Lu Ming.”
With an arrogant expression, Fu Qian snorted coldly, put away the mask, and also extended his right hand.
The flesh on the hand writhed rapidly, and in an instant, it was covered with a mass of flesh-colored serpents.
And this hair-raising scene was not yet over, as the next moment, with this deformed arm, he slowly stroked over his head.
Everywhere it passed, a head full of messy hair fell.
In just a moment, a shiny, smooth head was already gleaming under the moonlight.
He really was a demigod…
And as expected of Ji Family’s next head, Miss Liushuang didn’t jump up but gritted her teeth and watched the whole process while sitting in a wheelchair.
She had even quickly focused on the main point.
When she saw the lantern earlier, she guessed that his abilities were terrifying.
Now that he’d relaxed his disguise, that extraordinary aura finally confirmed this for her.
“An evening stroll in Silver Mist Manor indeed has a special charm, but it’s getting late, we could start heading back.”
The next moment Fu Qian let out a hearty laugh, his voice even sounding older.
“Alright.”
Liushuang took a deep breath, understanding his meaning.
“However, given that you have already demonstrated the ability to change appearances, even if you return in this guise, they might not necessarily believe you.”
“You don’t need them to believe, proving it is the competitor’s responsibility.”
Fu Qian shook his head.
“If I were Ji Xun, facing such a transformation, I would definitely seek out their collaborators to verify that we are impostors.”
As he spoke, dozens of thin snakes extended from his hand and silently climbed up the back of the wheelchair.
“Then your goal would be achieved.”
“What about your goal?”
Ji Liushuang blurted out almost instinctively.
The other party’s plan indeed seemed somewhat feasible.
That very feasibility, however, only deepened her confusion.
A mysterious demigod, appearing abruptly when she was nearly out of options, strategizing for her all along, even risking great danger, and yet until now, he had not asked anything of her.
It was as if he was there specifically to help her…
“What do you want me to help you find?”
Suppressing some overly naive and beautiful thoughts, Ji Liushuang quickly asked.
“Be the Saintess of the Rebirth Club.”
However, his reply once again surprised her.
“And think of a reason for initially concealing your identity.”
Elder Lu, the demigod, had a no-nonsense expression.
“Currently, I am very interested in those who wield power through deception.”
…
Fu Qian was telling the truth.
In the conversations between Ji Xun and Ji Liushuang, it was evident that much was still being held back.
An organization outstanding and active everywhere might merit Ji Family’s attention, but collaboration was another matter.
Given what the Rebirth Club had done, Ji Family could not overlook the potential risks behind.
Yet, Ji Xue’s mishap had occurred only a few days ago, and already it seemed as if they were on the same side, which was indeed surprisingly fast.
Meanwhile, Ji Xun only mentioned that Ji Family would help Rebirth Club control the Gospel Group, not revealing what they would get in return.
So many abnormalities led Fu Qian to suspect a high probability that these folks were related to his own mission.
“So you really are Lu Ming?”
Of course, his overly generous offer had once again completely bewildered Miss Liushuang, who after struggling to think for a while, finally managed to ask a question.
“I am not.”
In a crisp denial, the thin snakes entwined around the wheelchair moved, subtly changing direction.
“So, according to the legend, where did those mists of Silver Mist Manor go eventually?”
When Ji Liushuang didn’t know what to say anymore, Fu Qian glanced at the mountains under the night sky and asked.
“…It is said that they condensed to the ground, turning into flowers that only bloom at night, covering the mountainsides, exceptionally beautiful.”
Ji Liushuang replied subconsciously, and the next moment, noticing that he was indeed gazing out, she couldn’t help but say,
“We need to go a bit further to see them.”
“That’s a pity.”
Fu Qian withdrew his gaze, focusing on pushing the wheelchair back.
He was still holding back after all, not mentioning the Gospel Group.
Meanwhile, he sighed inwardly.
If he were using his real identity, Miss Liushuang would probably be quite troubled at this point.
…
As the two returned, indeed, Miss Miller, who was still lurking in the shadows, let out a clearly relieved sigh.
However, immediately after, her gaze was captivated by Fu Qian’s bald head, and she was completely stupefied.
In fact, Fu Qian was very sure that she was not the only one reacting this way.
Such is the charm of wisdom!
Even in the darkness, it still shone brightly.
Amid his reflections, Fu Qian walked confidently through the entire route, even almost feeling like waving to the audience.