Facing an Ancient God for a Year

A cordial invitation receiving a response is always a delightful thing.

Fu Qian did not doubt Mr. Winslow’s hatred for the butler, but considering his favorite was still clinging to the ceiling, ready to lose its human form at any moment, this was clearly not the right time to vent anger with his fists.

As for the subsequent chain reactions, they were decisively fast to the point of dissonance.

Not only did a couple abandon their beloved daughter, but even Natalie refused to stay.

Fu Qian believed that for her, nothing was more important than witnessing Jane’s fate firsthand.

But all this dissonance could instantly become reasonable, even precedented, with one factor—voices told them to do so.

Just like with Jane before.

Unless necessary, do not add entities.

Fu Qian had always endorsed this saying.

From the series of diagnoses earlier, even the Winslow couple, who were most unwilling to believe anything had happened to their daughter, had to admit to a peculiar will attached to her, influencing her words and behavior.

But for Fu Qian, he never abandoned a fresher hypothesis.