See? It could all be explained. What couldn't be explained?
As the recorder, Old Man spoke, he gradually seemed to lose himself in his memories.
But to Fu Qian, everything suddenly made perfect sense.
Why had Old Man developed such a strange fixation?
Why did he care so much about completing the records in full?
How had his clearly deceased son become his secretary?
And even at the very beginning, why had he donated this place?
The pain of losing a son truly wasn't something easily overcome.
It sounded like, after being deeply devastated, he had found an unconventional way to let his son live on in his memories.
The man hadn't died. He was simply wandering somewhere in these deep mountains.
To prove it, Old Man had not only brought in many people, but had even used them as markers, continuously recording everything he saw in search of that faint trace.
As for why he had actually found something later on, there was clearly no need to jump straight to necromancy.
Old Man merely "believed" he had found him.
"That really is a more reasonable division of labor."
Fu Qian had no intention of exposing this. On the contrary, he nodded along approvingly.
"After so many years and so many people, the recorded material must be enough to fill a small library, right? It really is more suitable for young people to handle the searching."
How could he let such a good topic slip away so easily?
Although Old Man had said earlier that they would only chat a little, once the conversation touched on the family member he cherished, he was clearly much more talkative.
"There really is too much. Even he might need quite a while to find it, and I can't even sort it properly myself."