Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Is it really because of the special laws on his body?

Not only did it make him immune to clear dreams, he didn't even hear the sound.

Although Olintel's physique is far from ordinary due to the blessing of the stars, to Fu Qian, it is nothing more than a tighter sandbag.

After being slapped with only half of his face left, Olintel fell heavily against the wall and instantly entered a state of unconsciousness.

As an open-minded attending physician, of course he would not retaliate because of differences of opinion.

But this person has a good saying. Most of the suffering in the world is not the result of evil, but just bad luck.

From Fu Qian's point of view, it is difficult to say how much of this lovelorn man's swift action, resolute in killing the culprit first, and his own will to stop him just right.

There is a high probability that after canceling the unique skill, a certain voice also appeared in his mind, effectively helping him realize the value of hatred towards himself.

If this is the case, then Olintel can be considered a victim.

And considering that misfortunes never come singly, Fu Qian decisively used that method to prevent him from going down the wrong road.

That is purpose one.

Deliberately switching to the Burning Frost state and slapping him will allow this special scar to be brought to the cult naturally.

The reason why I have this patience tonight is that in addition to discovering that there is something deeply entangled with the law here, the sect behind Olintel also has a very important purpose.

They don't pay enough attention to the world in the painting.

Fumae had thought of visiting him midway through the mission to help improve this.

Surprisingly, Natalie's plan saved herself a lot of effort.

And the last reason...

Fu Qian looked at the direction of the broken window and jumped out.

When the Order treats Orintel, they will be surprised to find a special wound.

The slap just now had the effect of a little dimensional poison added to it.

Fu Qian is looking forward to seeing the conclusion at the next meeting as to how the sect that controls the power of the law will deal with this rather difficult trauma and to what extent it can deal with it.

……

Although the movement was smooth and smooth, it only took a few seconds.

But when Fu Qian came outside, Jane's figure had been lost in his field of vision.

Because outside the window at this moment, the luxurious villa of the Winslow family was completely shrouded in a thick fog.

Bloody thick fog.

Fu Qian did not think that this was the source of all evil in the consultation just now, the fog that Jian and the others encountered when they were lost outside the city.

Because in his opinion, if what he encountered at that time was this kind of thing, the probability that Jane could still go home was infinitely close to zero.

It’s not that it’s so poisonous that your lungs will rot if you inhale it. In fact, I confirmed before paying that although the mist smells weird, it has no impact on health.

Corresponding to this is an exaggerated degree of deprivation of consciousness.

Even a second-level player like himself is about to be reduced to a blind man.

If Jane and the others had encountered this kind of thing at that time, even if they were not frightened to death, they would most likely be completely lost and run all the way to nature.

In fact, that's what she seems to be doing now.

Compared with vision, perception does not seem to be affected much.

Fu Qian could clearly see that Jane was dragging her deformed body, crookedly but extremely fast, running all the way out of the manor.

……

As expected, it is much more high-end than Omen.

In this situation, Fu Qian did not move in a hurry. He sighed in his heart and silently recalled the layout of the entire building.

As a professional guide, I am always wary of being guided.

Whether it is effective or not is one thing. The person behind the scenes has an all-round and three-dimensional avoidance halo, and there is no reason to let him go. The sudden appearance of the blood mist was undoubtedly aimed at keeping him away from Miss Winslow.

But there is an extremely direct question here. For an obviously abnormal person, what is the point of just blocking the vision of the fog?

The answer is that it actually also isolates perception. The picture currently appearing in the consciousness is essentially one's own "voice".

Not only did he not let himself go for avoiding the halo, he was even treated with unprecedented grandness.

After all, to me, simple imperative sentences have no meaning and can be easily distinguished.

A fog that isolates perception, coupled with the "sound" that appears in the form of perception, is the real misleading effect.

I believe that if I really follow any direction, I will never find the goal.

It's a bit like being strong when you meet the strong, which is why he praises high-end... and feels deeply pleased.

The greater the power, the greater the probability that the guesses of the "eyes" behind the scenes will be true.

……

All these thoughts and the resulting dilemmas all flashed through my mind in an instant.

And of course the construction of the building.

The next moment, he jumped lightly and landed on the flat roof with precision.

The exterior structure of a building is also a structure.

And sure enough, the fog here seemed thicker and the visibility was almost negligible.

From Fu Qian's point of view, the person behind the scenes acted with an overflowing arrogance.

Even if faced with a threat like his own, the probability of running away directly is not high.

So the reason for coming up is very simple. This is the highest point of the entire villa.

In addition to standing high and seeing far, it even fits the target style.

Of course, nothing can be seen now.

Even sensing Li Jian's position, there was an abrupt jump and changed to another direction.

This change confirmed the speculation to a certain extent, and of course the scene became more psychedelic.

Fu Qian was even more looking forward to the next meeting.

Instead of groping all the way along the roof of the building to hide and seek, he took a deep breath the next moment.

Stab it!

The still delicate and elegant top was once again discarded, and a ferocious mouth was pulled out of the flesh and blood on the chest, and it bit directly into the blood mist in front of him.

At that moment, the barrier of perception that enveloped everything seemed to be trembling.

The mist rolled, and a small gap was quickly filled, making Fu Qian's movements look like Jingwei filling the sea. However, he did not hesitate at all, and opened his fangs on his chest again.

Just respond.

This time, he did not bite again, but created a violent suction force, pulling the blood mist out of the terrifying turbulence with the force of a whale.

Got you!

When this action was maintained for the fifth second, the existence form of the blood mist finally became extremely unstable.

A strange breath then appeared in the perception, and it was even moving quickly.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

Finally moving, Fu took a step forward across the space and greeted him enthusiastically.

The other person's appearance then came into view, but what he saw surprised even Fu Qian.

Bat wings?

And the classic red eyes. (End of chapter)