Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

How could it be impolite to visit a master who lives in seclusion and keeps a low profile?

Mainly for us there is one biggest advantage – it’s really just a visit.

Not only was he not prepared to kill people to seize the treasure, but he also had no desire to ask anyone to come out.

Fu Qian, who had released his concealment, was not too sure whether his sincerity had been received, but the moment he looked at the thatched cottage, he detected a strong sense of malice.

This is too...disgusting, right?

I have witnessed many things that challenge my imagination before paying, and I still feel that I have expanded my knowledge.

It's not some kind of fermented excrement puree, it's a conceptual category that goes beyond the basic senses, just like skipping all processes and pouring the feeling of vomiting directly into the brain.

Fu Qian even believed that the sharper the perception, the stronger the reaction. If it were an ordinary person, the sea water would be a bit turbid at most.

But how can the heart of seeking the truth through fists and fists be stopped by mere obstacles?

Without wasting even a second, Fu Qian stepped forward while savoring every disgusting detail.

In the process, he even quickly transformed into a pair of flippers on his bare feet to show respect.

……

Where there is a will, there is a way. Within seven steps, Fu Qian found a hint of mint-like coolness in this turbidity.

Under the guidance of this special perception, his body moved forward and backward in the empty water, twisting and turning, and walked a strange route.

When he stopped, his hand seemed to touch a transparent barrier hidden in the water.

With a magical way of hiding, the Sea of ​​Ashes is worthy of being a beautiful place.

Fu Qian sighed and stretched out his hand to push.

With his movements, a waterless oval hole appeared in front of him, like a door being opened.

It is here.

There is only the last trace of the illusory thread of concern, but it still points clearly to the door.

In fact, under its mark, even if he did not accept the guidance just now, Fu Qian was sure to use pure violence to open this place.

But how could Fang be such a brainless and unreasonable person.

Without even moving in a hurry, Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at his body, and quickly locked his eyes on his feet.

The next moment, the flippers quickly degenerated into a pair of black formal shoes, and then he stepped through the door.

……

The visual effects are nice, but is this really the source of nausea?

The next moment, Fu Qian's feet stepped into a layer of shallow water.

At a glance, there were dots of firefly-like light in the darkness, outlining the appearance of an isolated island in the water.

However, what came with this silence was ten times as disgusting as the outside.

Even so, Fu Qian's magnanimity remained unchanged, and he did not close his perception at all, but carefully observed the outline of the island.

Spikes, thorns, keels, long fins, it was obvious that they were not the same ashes as elsewhere, but a tangled mass of flesh and blood.

The fluorescence comes from the coral-like clusters on the surface.

Even when walking, the soles of the shoes have a slippery feel, more like biomass than mud.

Sure enough, there is a reason behind everything abnormal.

Let's just say that along the way, the creations in the Broken Crown became a little sparse, and it turned out that they all came here.

……

Is it the one that gives the fishmen freedom and even calms down the violence in their hearts?

Fu Qian has always been careful not to judge books by their appearance. Of course, it is impossible to end this fantasy drift just because of the strangeness of this island.

And as he took two steps forward, he saw the little mermaid crawling in the water.

It was uncertain whether it was due to overexertion before, but although there was still a breath of life, the latter seemed to have no reaction to the surroundings.

The first thing that frightened Fu Qian was a huge spike not far from the little mermaid. At first glance, the thorn seemed a little familiar, and Fu Qian naturally thought of a talkative beast named Saron.

That side is far away from here. Could it be that all the dead ashes sea creatures will not return to ashes, but gather here in a special way?

In wonderment, Fu Qian finally turned around an angle and saw the scene facing the little mermaid.

Another one?

I was surprised before I paid the next moment.

……

But he saw a face with features similar to those of a fishman hanging there, reflected by several clusters of corals.

Looking down from the transparent white upper body, you can also see traces of scales.

But compared with the little mermaid on the ground, these scales are not only not gorgeous, they don't even bite together.

The further down it goes, the more it seems to be pulled into various twisted shapes by invisible forces.

The feeling it gave people was almost the embodiment of that disgusting feeling.

Most of her lower body is buried in the "island" behind her, and you can even see these scales extending all the way to the fleshy surface of the island, covering a large area, like a giant skirt.

Ok……

As Fu Qian got closer, the latter finally reacted and groaned in pain.

Including the hand that was hanging down weakly, it also moved with difficulty.

Is this calling me over?

Although he also dabbled in sign language, this extremely weak movement obviously could not carry much information, so Fu Qian could only interpret it from the simplest perspective.

While taking two steps, Fu Qian felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

There was no rush to speak. After a moment, the drooping head finally lifted up with difficulty and "looked" this way.

really!

The next moment, Fu Qian realized that his worries had come true.

But he saw that the delicate and tender face, eyes, ears and mouth were all sealed with a substance similar to liquid wax.

"excuse me."

Try to say hello before paying.

It's a pity that the other party didn't respond, and his movements were frozen there.

After all the hard work, the expert found can't speak?

This is truly unexpected.

Visiting and asking for advice, in any case, still needs to be achieved through language communication.

Does this mean that he is not allowed to be a polite corporal and can only get some gains by killing monsters and dropping treasures?

That's not the way I do things.

Letting the other party "look" at him, Fu Qian recalled the experience of walking in all the way just now.

Whether it was the route guidance when entering the door or the actions after approaching, it showed that she was aware of her arrival.

But it seemed like she clearly couldn't hear herself.

At the same time, she could hear the song of the little mermaid, which led her here...

Is there any difference? I have to sing one too?

Wait a moment.

Fu Qian raised one hand, and a glint of light was rippling on the glove.

The key is not singing, but race?

After thinking for two seconds, he took off his gloves.

The next moment he exerted force on his hands, the heavy treasure that carried Vivian's entrustment turned into debris after a while of struggle.

And a touch of color that I had seen on her tail also overflowed.