Chapter 1736: Bitter Fruit (25)
So that was it. It sounded like this man didn't have much of a problem with Lord Akons after all.
After Head-Bowed Brother finished describing his extraordinary life, Fu Qian finally understood why he was in such a state of mind.
Compared with everyone else's fear of the dark, he had clearly been through more—and had even witnessed firsthand the gruesome fate of his peers.
The sword wasn't all that horribly twisted, and, as Fu Qian had said earlier, even had a kind of sacred aura. Still, it was perfectly understandable that, because of his psychological scars, Head-Bowed Brother never wanted to use it again.
In fact, Head-Bowed Brother should have been grateful. After sitting across from something like this for so long, if it had been even slightly more sinister, he'd probably have grown a few extra appendages by now.
"Sorry for putting you through all that. Looks like I should've come sooner."
As his interviewee grew agitated, Fu Qian casually tried to soothe him—while directly taking the sword in hand and examining it closely.
Uh...
The man's anger froze on the spot. It was obvious that the gesture had still upset the sword's former owner.
Head-Bowed Brother hesitated, seeming to want to say something, but in the end he didn't stop Fu Qian.
"Do whatever you want. I'm finally free—"
The next moment, he seemed to lose all strength and slumped into his chair.
But his relief lasted less than a second. He sprang up again, staring toward the window.
Even the heavy curtains couldn't keep it out. Threads of light streamed through every gap, illuminating the lamp on the table until its flame looked like a dim little bean.
Dawn had come.
That was almost too dramatic.
Fu Qian had naturally