Chapter 2768: Chapter 2763: Thirteen-Day Discourse (20)

Was it really number 52?

As the saying goes, ’hearing the thunder in silence,’ Lady Trish’s voice was still so weak upon awakening, yet the impact at that moment was overwhelming.

Yes, Fu Qian insisted on staying, one of the small questions he wanted to confirm was the previous speculation about the Well of Time.

In the conversation with the old Recorder, Fu Qian moved the date forward to number 52 by successively changing keywords.

At that time, the main purpose was naturally to avoid the extreme situation imagined— not only is everyone here an Evil, but the old man’s especially evil, maybe accidentally pushing the time directly to Judgment Day.

And now, the facts prove that it wasn’t baseless imagination. Time really leaped three days, arriving at number 52.

Even though the sky outside showed no obvious change.

More exaggeratedly, "number 52" is theoretically just a retrieval keyword, without the intention of facing the opponent to advance the time to this day, yet such a meme effect emerged.

This Demon Mountain is indeed treacherous.

If I hadn’t decisively tainted myself just now, the probability of facing Judgment Day would have been increasing.

Of course, there is also a logical problem here— are the people of Demon Mountain all so time-conscious?

Lady Trish was unconscious the entire time, supposedly insensitive to the external world.

She opened her eyes without even looking at a calendar and directly judged she had been unconscious for three days?

On the one hand, time is played with here, losing all seriousness; on the other hand, does everyone have an inherent biological clock— it really seems so.

Fu Qian recalls the cases so far, expressing that the explanation of the biological clock is somewhat fitting.

Back then, wasn’t the girl with the hairpin also unblinking, saying six o’clock had arrived while walking?

Including when Lady Trish first brought bad news, saying it was already number 49 then, it was as natural as now.

In short, it seems rather ironic. Time, as the only element so far clearly losing its absoluteness, actually holds a sort of transcendent clarity in the minds of those at Demon Mountain.

It’s as if there’s an invisible clock hanging before everyone’s eyes, synchronizing in real-time.

"Yes, seeing you sleep soundly, I didn’t wake you."

While imagining some abstract scene, Fu Qian responds to Lady Trish’s remark.

"Sleeping soundly..."

Unfortunately, she clearly wasn’t too grateful, repeating his reason softly, Lady Trish extends a hand, pressing where she had been hand-chopped.

Obviously, she remembers quite well, vividly recalling the scene before "sleeping soundly."

"Indeed, things do seem a bit different, but sleeping for a full three days, wouldn’t that delay matters?"

Touching her neck while staring at Fu Qian, she raises a reasonable question.

...

"It’s alright, after all, I also rested for three days."

Lady Trish’s response wasn’t exactly friendly, but Fu Qian’s response was gentle, even deeply empathizing with her expression.

Delay matters, isn’t that self-evident?

With this small verification completed, the thirteen-day window before Judgment Day is almost four days consumed.

While the steps he took couldn’t add up much.

Plus, with the occasional Well of Time, or more severe instant death clause... the operation ahead is far from leisurely like being chased by a dog.

Of course, Lady Trish clearly wouldn’t empathize with this point.

From earlier it could be seen, the people of Demon Mountain have a sort of presence in these mountains, oblivious to the deep clouds.

They’re utterly unaware of the odd time flow.

Perhaps they lament the fleeting time, but never think there’s anything off.

"Have you been here for three days? What did you do?"

To Fu Qian’s remarks, Lady Trish appears somewhat surprised.

In her incredulous inquiry, she couldn’t help but examine her body.

What did he do?

For Fu Qian, recalling this question is really effortless.

"Talked for a while, then waited for you to wake up."

Looking out the window, he completes the description with just two verbs.

"How do you feel?"

...

Waited for three days just to ask about waking feelings?

Clearly, Lady Trish was once again shocked by what she heard.

For her, it was obvious both actions could be "understood."

After all, before being attacked and fainting, they indeed had talked for a while.

"Are you really not fooling me? Why did you do it?"

Recalling more details, she clearly remembers Fu Qian’s previous confession.

Those eyes were truly there, and this person was in front of her...

"Why did you do such a thing before me?"

Unfortunately, all she received in response was a sharp counter-question.

...

"Actually, you should blame me. If I hadn’t been secretly watching, you wouldn’t have done such a thing."

Seeing Trish speechless, Fu Qian even kindly reminds her, that it’s time to find excuses skillfully.

"But I think that should be less important to you— what’s important is how you feel now? Is there still a surge of warmth?"

Before waiting for her to express receiving, Fu Qian directly skips the topic.

How do you feel...

Lady Trish looks over somewhat puzzled and seemingly suddenly realizes that’s the initial issue.

"I don’t know... and I still don’t understand why you did it, or how you did it?"

After pondering for a few seconds, Lady Trish shakes her head painfully.

Not only unable to give an answer, but she was also entangled in the previous question, unable to extricate herself.

"Excellent."

Fu Qian’s response was indifferent.

Despite the refusal to answer from the other side, he slightly nods in satisfaction.

"In return, I won’t tell you your questions. You can slowly think about them yourself."

Refusing to answer further, after his words, he gets up and walks out.

...

Indeed calls for a long night.

Without obstruction, Fu Qian comes to the door, sighs deeply for the chill of darkness.

The sky, devoid of pollution, reveals stars and the moon clearly, even casting a glow upon his feet.

Unfortunately, such a beautiful nightscape inevitably feels oppressive.

Especially when a glance around reveals no one.

Of course, it certainly wasn’t to dispel this loneliness by chatting more.

Nor was it a reciprocal response to Lady Trish’s information, offering conversational treatment to help ease distress.

The essential purpose of confirming remaining days but not rushing away was simple: to minimize the threat Lady Trish posed to the timeline.

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