Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

The quiet banquet hall instantly became quieter with Fu Qian's shout.

And a few seconds later, what responded to him was a crossbow and several shiny pistols.

Sure enough it's not that easy!

Being pointed at all these murderous weapons, Fu Qian shook his head in his heart.

"I have to say, my disguise skills are quite good."

Collins, still holding a crossbow, was the first to speak.

"But unfortunately, you made an incredible mistake."

The man sneered and pointed next to Grace.

"The person you pretended to be is here now."

"Although Nate is in a bad mood and doesn't like to talk, we can never ignore his existence. As an assassin, it is rare for you to be as stupid as you!"

"You won't have another chance to escape this time. Who are you?"

I knew it!

Fu Qian expressed no surprise at what Collins said.

He never underestimates the power of imagination.

Since there is a non-existent Knight in the eyes of this group of people, it is completely normal for their first reaction to be a fake when they see themselves.

In fact, he had already planned for this.

Glancing towards Grace, as if she was sizing up the people around her, she shook her head and smiled.

"Collins's evaluation, I give it to you intact."

There was a trace of sadness in his expression.

"People do change. If it were before, I would have taken out my gun and blown your head off without hesitation."

"Now I don't even have the desire to defend myself."

"The only thing I wonder is, what fun would it be for you to play an old man who has lost a child?"

After a two-second pause, Fu Qian shook his head again.

"Don't speak? That's right. Your voice imitation may not be as good as your appearance."

He ignored the "Void" Knight and turned around to look at everyone.

The next moment he took off his hat, revealing his shiny head.

He put his black top hat on his chest and bowed to everyone before paying.

"That's it for today. Welcome to Sean's funeral tomorrow."

After doing all this, Fu Qian turned around, turned his back to everyone without any scruples, and walked straight out.

Until he left the banquet hall, no gunshots were fired behind him.

In fact, Fu Qian didn't expect this trick of the real and fake Monkey King to directly change the views of this group of people. It was enough to plant a seed.

In addition, communicating about Sean's funeral was another purpose.

The funeral was the focus of the planning.

And even if he is a fake in the eyes of this group of people, even if it is to confirm what his purpose is, they will most likely attend.

…

"You have to come back earlier today!"

When he returned to his residence, Weir heard the sound and came downstairs and took the initiative to say hello.

This one seems to be in a good mood!

Fu Qian responded and looked at Weir who looked much relieved.

"Did you meet your sister today?"

"Is it so obvious?"

Weir looked a little surprised, but she still nodded with a smile on her face.

"She is recovering well and her mood is much better."

"Today is probably the most we have talked to each other in the past few years."

"good."

Nod before paying.

"It's just that she wants to stay here and says she likes the atmosphere here."

Weir continued.

"This is actually good. It can keep her away from things like extraordinary powers, and it can also ask Aunt Grace to take care of her."

"It's a pity that because of my status, I can't stay here forever. I can only sneak in to see her after a while."

"Actually, it's not a bad idea to think about it. Just think of it as a vacation every once in a while."

She looked at Fu Qian with a smile.

"It's quite a nice vacation here, right?"

"really."

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"It's a very special place. I also want to say goodbye to you. I will leave here tomorrow."

"So fast?"

Weir, who was talking excitedly, stopped and looked at Fu Qian blankly.

Logically speaking, it is a good thing for this dangerous man to leave.

But while he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little bit disappointed for no reason.

Speaking of which, I haven't thanked him properly yet.

He didn't say anything when he helped him pass the message last time. This time, his sister's attitude changed, and he also had a share of the credit.

In today's communication with Li Te, she didn't dare to ask for any information related to Fu Qian.

"what time tomorrow?"

"Very early! So no need to prepare my breakfast."

He didn't say much before paying and went directly to his room to rest.

…

The next afternoon, a funeral was held in the cemetery.

Transforming back into Nate's appearance, Fu Qian sat quietly on the chair and looked outside through his sunglasses.

No matter what Collins and the others think, in the eyes of ordinary people, they are the real Knight.

Yesterday, he not only announced the funeral news at the banquet, but also, as Old Knight, arranged for his men to send out as many invitations as possible.

Now everyone in Baierluk knows that old Knight finally cheered up and wanted to hold a grand funeral for his son.

As a well-known old man, Knight's appeal made the cemetery packed with people.

Of course, the most important thing is to see that everyone from our party is present. Fu Qian easily spotted Collins and the others in the crowd.

From the perception, it can be confirmed that at this moment, no more than one-third of these people are in the brain dance state. It is obvious that most people's special state is concentrated at night.

Can!

I am very satisfied with this result before paying.

You must know that for a long time, the behavior of this group of people has not been found to be abnormal.

This strongly shows that even in the braindance state, they do not have particularly abnormal movements.

In other words, their brain dance scripts are well coupled with the usual information, and they try to avoid strong conflicts.

The pre-payment plan is based on this perspective.

The reason why there is this funeral is to make some important information public in the witness of as many people as possible and print it into everyone's minds, thereby suppressing the direction of the script.

In the end, Knight truly died in their cognition.

In this case, Collins's motivation for coming was no longer important.

They just need to come and see it, and the script will do the rest.

In addition to them, Fu Qian also saw Weier wearing a black dress again.

The black gauze on her face was twice as thick as last time. She tried her best to contain her breath and stood next to her aunt with a calm expression.

And in the far corner, the bookstore manager Bernard, with messy hair, a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, stood in the shadows, watching all this as an observer.

He even came!

Fu Qian sighed, stood up, took a bouquet of flowers from the side, and walked to Sean's tombstone.

Staring at the young face in the photo, he gently put the flower down before paying.

Your father may be in what you think is a delusion, but in the delusion, he still has not forgotten to avenge you.