Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 102 Hunters Thirst for Blood
[Containment achievement condition: find the stolen Thorn Blood]

[Current San value is 93, current inspiration is 31]

[Skills: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, Cat School, Feast (Locked), Law Residue, Transcendence, Mythical Form]

[Weapon: Tyrant's Fist]

With the addition of the two newly acquired skills, the total number of skills has now increased to seven, and Fu Qian naturally brought them all without hesitation.

So far, I have not encountered any restrictions on carrying skills. Fuqian speculates that the total number of skills has not reached the upper limit.

One day there are too many skills, maybe there will be a trade-off.

Slowly recovering his consciousness, Fu Qian looked around.

This looks like a bookstore?
It's not nonsense, in the small space in front of him, there are several brown bookshelves standing vertically and horizontally, with rows of books of various colors on them.

Looking at the direction of the sun, it should be just after noon, and people in twos and threes are wandering in the store.

At this moment, I was leaning on a sofa chair, with a soft pillow supporting my neck, and in front of me was a small wooden counter.

What a leisurely afternoon in the bookstore, the working environment this time is not bad!

Fu Qian stretched, but did not relax his vigilance too much.

When you think about the Ring Islands, the beach is sunny and soft at the beginning, who would have thought that it would be so strange after that.

In fact, as a reading enthusiast, Fu Qian once had the idea of ​​opening a bookstore, after all, he could read books justifiably.

It's a pity that after learning about it later, he found that the owner of the bookstore is not so leisurely.

In addition to sitting there at the cashier, returning, counting, making accounts, and purchasing goods, there are many chores to do.

Even in order to maintain the finances, I had to set up special areas such as five exams and three models, so I finally gave up.

Today, I can take the opportunity to experience the life of a bookstore owner.

"how much is this?"

At this time, someone came over with a book and asked Fu Qian.

"piece."

Did not raise the front of the payment.

"...Don't you read what book it is?"

"Need not."

To be a man is to be chic.

Anyway, if you make money here, you can't take it back.

Seeing the customers put down the money in a hurry and leave, Fu Qian looked at the few people who were still shaking in the store.

Is there any mistake, this is the world of high martial arts, everyone has a good time reading books here?

Go home and punch me with sandbags!
"Sorry everyone, the store is closed."

I thought about it before paying and knocked on the table.

"It's only 01:30..."

The complaints from the customers had no effect. Fu Qian turned himself into a wayward boss and drove them all out.

Calm returned in the bookstore, and Fu Qian leaned back on his chair, enjoying the high-cost quiet time.

However, this leisure did not last long.

Ten minutes later, a breeze blew by.

The door of the bookstore opened silently, then closed again.

When I looked up, there was already one more person on the sofa in the store.

From the side, it can be seen that this person is about 40 years old, with sharp facial lines and piercing eyes.

Of course, the most important thing is that this person is an extraordinary person.

The series of moves just now are not something ordinary people can do.

The middle-aged man is turning his back to this side at the moment, leisurely opening a booklet and reading it.

"Ding Yi, 30 years old, unemployed, his uncle passed away a month ago, and he came from another place to inherit this bookstore. Is this your information?"

He slowly reported a series of information. ·

"It can be."

Before paying, he responded in an easy-going manner.

snort!
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, stood up and walked all the way to the counter, and slapped the booklet in his hand heavily on it.

"Aren't you too careless when you falsified information, or is the night watchman so unprofessional in your eyes?"

"In order to make it easier for you to recognize the current situation, let me first introduce myself, Qin Feng, the captain of the first team of the second night watchman team in Shangjing."

Qin Feng stared at Fu Qian's eyes.

"The next question, I hope you can answer it truthfully."

"Trust me, it's definitely for your own good."

It really is the Night Watcher!

Fu Qian's heart skipped a beat. From the mission introduction just now, he knew that the Night Carrier had just lost something important, so logically he would definitely take action.

This person is most likely here for this.

"First of all, your surname is not Ding, and you are not 30 years old."

Seeing that Fu Qian was silent, Qin Feng smiled coldly.

"Fang Xun, 25 years old, an eighth-level transcendent, arrived in Shangjing 10 days ago, am I right?"

"You all know this!"

Fu Qian gave a feeble compliment.

"Of course we know!"

"There are always people who are lucky and think they can hide it from our eyes."

"To tell you the truth, every transcendent person who enters Shangjing, even if you don't take the initiative to report, will be recorded immediately. It's just that I'm too lazy to argue with you."

It looks very high-end!
Fu Qian blinked, but heard another meaning.

"So there is a situation now? Can you tell me what happened?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm the one asking you the question now!"

Qin Feng slapped the counter creaking.

"Tell me, what is your real purpose in coming to Beijing?"

"Didn't you already see it?"

Fu went to point around.

"Shop, study, and enjoy life in the big city."

"Nonsense! You'd better not take any chances."

"If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being rude!"

At the end, Qin Feng was already stern.

What kind of impolite method?Take me back and torture me?
That's just right.

According to the mission, the blood of thorns was stolen from the nightman's base.

Just in time to check things out.

"I need you to explain carefully, why is there such an abnormal act of falsifying information? What is your motive?"

Well said, I want to know too.

But unfortunately, I have no previous information.

This is the truth, for the current situation, Fu Qian doesn't even know as much as the night guard.

He even told himself the names Ding Yi and Fang Xun.

In the past, when carrying out containment, he always appeared with his true identity, and the people around him also fully recognized his appearance.

This time it turned out to be a double-layer doll, which is really puzzling.

Fu Qian was frowning and thinking, but Qin Feng on the side lost his patience.

Just when he was about to yell at this troublemaker again, his expression suddenly became extremely painful.

At the same time, Fu Qian noticed a trace of abnormal fluctuation, and immediately took a few steps back.

The next moment, Qin Feng's facial features were distorted, his whole head swelled and enlarged, and then exploded.

Red and white brains were scattered all over the bookstore.

……

Sure enough, the more handsome you appear on the stage, the faster you die?
Fu Qian looked at the mess around him and was stunned for a while.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and escaped the range of the explosion just now, he would have been smeared all over his body and face at least.

But when it comes to the face, Fu Qian suddenly thought of something.

He quickly went to the bathroom and found a mirror.

Sure enough, it wasn't my own face inside!
(End of this chapter)