Chapter 403: Ancient
Steward and Sharla's engagement ceremony was held in a forest park.
The green lawn was filled with chairs of various colors, and balloons and ribbons formed an arch-shaped passage.
The carpet where the newlyweds were going to walk was also covered with flowers.
Fang Xian was wearing formal attire and mingling among his friends and relatives, appearing to be very casual.
He was holding a glass of champagne as he walked into the buffet area when he saw Steward, who was wearing a black suit, walking towards him, looking very excited.
"Congratulations, my friend."
Fang Xian raised his glass and congratulated with a smile.
"I didn't expect that..." Stewart said excitedly, "Shara would directly agree to my proposal...haha..."
He scratched his head and said, "Also...Shara said she has something to tell you and asked you to go find her by the lake!"
As soon as these words came out, Fang Xian's eyes were suddenly shocked.
Brother, this is your engagement party!
How dare you say that? Don’t you suspect that there is something wrong with you?
"If this Steward is not a member of the Falling Star Cult, then he is a complete fool!"
Fang Xian patted Stewart on the shoulder and made a judgment in his mind.
He walked out of the buffet area, but instead of going to the lake, he came to a strange guest in a black suit: "The lake!"
The stranger's expression changed and he turned and walked out of the venue.
Fang Xian looked at all this calmly, without any intention of trying it out on his own.
'The power system of this world is too chaotic, and the evil gods are moody, so it's hard to say... They won't appear in the world because of the believers' prayers, but they may descend with power for some inexplicable reasons... If you are caught in such a situation, it would be too unlucky.'
"Although, this possibility is very small... the possibility of me summoning the evil god is actually a little higher..."
If ordinary humans in this world are ants in the eyes of gods, then Fangxian, who possesses status, is undoubtedly a particularly large one.
"Let Frank and the others handle the rest. I'm just an intern, so I just need to go back and read the report..."
With this thought in mind, Fang Xian walked towards the exit, ready to escape.
When he walked to the door of the venue, suddenly.
Bang!
Two gunshots were heard from the direction of the lake.
There was a sudden chaos in the venue. The screams of women, the roars of men, the crying of children... mixed together to form a piercing symphony.
"It looks like things aren't going well for Frank, so we should run away..."
Fang Xian walked faster.
"Young man...we should talk."
At this time, an old man who was well-dressed and dressed very elegantly in a white suit stopped Fang Xian.
He had a gentle smile, and his big bald head seemed to reflect a dazzling light in the sunlight.
What made Fang Xian even more alert was that the scenery around him seemed very blurry and unreal, as if he was in another space and what appeared here was just a projection.
Otherwise, the investigators responsible for surveillance at the venue would have surrounded us long ago.
"The Falling Star Cult?"
Fang Xian stopped and looked at the old man.
Everyone around ignored the bald man, as if it was just an illusion.
But Fang Xian knew that the other party did exist and was using the power of the spell to communicate with him!
“Yes… you are special… your spiritual awareness is the best I have ever seen…” The old man spoke slowly and he didn’t seem to be worried about the members by the lake at all.
"Is there anything else to talk about between us?" Fang Xian sneered.
"You are different from those ignorant insects!" The old man looked at the panicked crowd in the venue: "It is difficult for the insignificant to understand greatness... But you can hear the voice of the great existence, understand the will of the great existence, and tell us in the simplest language that you are a prophet!"
"So, you still want to keep holding me captive and force-feeding me drugs? You want me to be your translator?" Fang Xian sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"We are righteous people, we want to save the world... because the great existence has already given us enlightenment..." The old man opened his arms and said in a compassionate voice: "When the stars return to their positions, the Ancient Ruler will descend into this world and awaken the sleeping ancients to become its wings!"
"When the time comes, a brand new era will arrive, and all the dregs of the old world will be eliminated!"
…
Fang Xian took a deep breath.
When the old man began to enthusiastically say terms such as the stars returning to their positions, the ancient rulers, and the ancients, his head began to throb with pain.
A series of illusions seemed to appear before his eyes.
They were the subordinates and descendants of the Ancient Rulers - a glimmer of the ancients who once ruled this world.
The bad thing about having too high an inspiration attribute is that if you are stimulated by something unusual, you can easily trace it back to some "explosive stuff". If you can't bear it, you might just collapse.
"Is this also... the divine revelation you received? How many people did you drive crazy to obtain this?"
Fang Xian pressed his temple and asked in a cold voice.
The old man's expression was even more surprised: "You are okay?"
He deliberately revealed some secrets in order to take advantage of the other party's high spiritual awareness, contaminate his opponent, and easily eliminate the enemy.
But Fang Xian's intellectual endurance was indeed beyond his imagination.
However, this old man obviously possessed supernatural powers.
Seeing that Fang Xian was fine, he took another step forward: "Come on... join us! Your talent should not be buried among investigators!"
Fang Xian suddenly felt a mental pressure sweeping over him.
In the meeting hall, those ordinary people who were screaming and running around just a moment ago now fell down one by one as if wheat was being cut, their limbs twitching, as if they were enduring some kind of torture in their minds.
Fang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and felt a completely different scene.
He saw that in the sky, the stars reached their correct positions and suddenly shone brightly.
On this planet, somewhere in the ocean, a huge whirlpool suddenly arose.
The earth cracked, the volcano erupted...
All the natural disasters over billions of years seemed to have transformed into pure information flows, pouring into his mind and nearly paralyzing him.
However, Fang Xian is not Roca.
"Bug-hog?"
He looked at the old man, took out a piece of dried mushroom, put it in his mouth and chewed it: "Then you can feel the power of the worm pig!"
'The Worm Hymn' started playing quickly.
Fang Xian transformed most of his strength into a black gale.
The strong wind blew, and wherever it passed, all illusions were shattered.
It blew onto the old man, scraping off a layer of human skin, causing the bloody old man to scream: "You...you...have already mastered such a level of power? Why do you still want to be an investigator?"
Before he finished speaking, his entire body exploded, turning into flesh worms that ran away in all directions...
