Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Prosthetic Eye (Part Four)_1

The bus, already veering off the road, burst apart in a shower of sparks and lightning as it, carrying its driver and the couple, crashed directly into the square next door.

In the midst of screams, the passengers from the back half of the bus, thrown by inertia, tumbled out like dumplings from a pot.

Fu Qian, the manipulator behind the scenes, paid no attention to this gruesome scene, his gaze fixed on the departing front end of the bus.

The next moment, a thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, directly striking the area where the driver and the couple were seated, transforming the front of the bus into a ball of fire.

The screams came to an abrupt end as the bloodied passengers were momentarily stunned.

With the lightning’s fall, the driver and the couple inside the bus were already engulfed in flames.

Though it was baffling why there would be a lightning strike in such weather, had the bus not broken apart, it would undoubtedly be the entire vehicle that had turned into a fireball.

By contrast, merely being battered and bloodied wasn’t much in comparison.

The passengers’ feelings were quite mixed at that moment.

At this very moment, such a loud disturbance naturally caused a strong reaction from the surroundings, and police could already be seen signaling in this direction.

Only then did Fu Qian leave his seat and quietly exit the scene.

The reason he had broken the bus a moment ago wasn’t because he foresaw the lightning strike.

It was just that the behavior of the couple was somewhat abnormal, and the driver’s actions were also suspicious, which always made him feel something might trigger.

Even so, to directly draw down a bolt of lightning was still breathtaking.

And the power was not to be underestimated, comparable to a blow from Demigod Yibu.

It could almost be confirmed that it wasn’t a natural accident but influenced by Transcendent power.

To think that three ordinary people could trigger such a phenomenon, this place really wasn’t peaceful!

It was just unknown how the incident would be described in the news under the public eye.

“Shocking, Midnight Bus Struck by Lightning and Ignited,” or “Bus Suddenly Breaks Apart in Transit, the Reason Behind is Heartwarming”?

Contemplating, Fu Qian continued onward according to the route he remembered.

According to the map, his destination was not far from here.

…

This should be it.

Fu Qian lifted his gaze to the building in front of him.

After disembarking from the bus, his journey had been unobstructed and he hadn’t encountered any further hindrances.

And according to the information on the address, the target was inside this building.

It was nearing midnight now, and Fu Qian didn’t waste any time, heading straight inside.

To his surprise, inside the building, there actually was a room with the lights on.

This room was extremely concealed—it was hard to imagine from the outside that such a place existed.

Standing outside the room, Fu Qian could distinctly sense that inside were about twenty people scattered around, busy with their tasks, looking just like they were at work.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Fu Qian straightened himself, maintaining a professional demeanor as he rang the doorbell.

The next moment, through the transparent glass door, he could see a woman at the front desk raise her head and glance in this direction.

But after that glance, she did not respond and lowered her head to continue with her own business.

Definitely suspicious!

Although it was just a glance, Fu Qian still sensed something abnormal in the woman’s face.

Her expression was dull, her gaze hazy, resembling a sleepwalker; it was more than just slacking off at work.

Fu Qian thought for a moment and rang the doorbell again.

This time, however, the receptionist simply turned an ornament in a different direction, revealing four large characters—”No Soliciting.”

Professional, Fu Qian inwardly praised.

The praise was for the receptionist as well as for himself. The other party’s handling was undoubtedly professional, and it also meant that his disguise was convincing, looking just like a door-to-door credit card salesman.

Not wishing to disturb further, Fu Qian silently snapped the door lock and pushed his way in.

As expected, faced with such aggressive forced entry, the receptionist merely swept a vacant glance over him and then returned to inaction.

Now inside the office, Fu Qian surveyed his surroundings.