Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 131 Disorder
[Identity verification completed, work starts today]

The magic is the magic. After solving the problem of the stone lion with the help of the warehouse, Fu Qian didn't focus on it.

There are too many possible guesses, and the amount of information currently available is too small, so it is meaningless to draw conclusions randomly.

Early the next morning, he entered the warehouse as usual.

But this time, for the first time, he found that there was no movement in the warehouse.

There are a lot of abnormal things recently, does it mean that you can fish for a day?
Or you can leave work with a punch card?

Fu Qian was amazed, and took a look at the place where the stone lion was smashed yesterday.

At this moment, there is no trace on the ground, not even the stone powder.

【Warning, leakage accident】

Just as Fu Qian was thinking about which posture to fish in, a familiar voice appeared.

[Name: Disorder, Code: 1-019]

[Today's work content has been updated: enter the containment scene of 1-019 and complete containment again]

Was it just late?

And it's really a surprise, you just got a level 1 item when you were about to fish?
Fu Qian looked ahead, a cloud of mist had slowly formed, and the feeling of being drawn from the soul struck.

[Entering the containment scene of 1-019]

【……4%…6%…10%…18%…34%…66%…100%，收容场景加载完成】

[Current san value is 131, current inspiration is 36]

Is this over?

The voice in his ear stopped abruptly, and Fu Qian couldn't help frowning.

No, this content is too little!
It's not a matter of background introduction and the like, at least there must be a mission goal, right?

Reminiscent of the task difficulty of the previous level 1 item, Fu Qian had a faint sense of foreboding.

At this time, the picture in front of my eyes was flowing, and my five senses were restored.

Opening his eyes, Fu Qian found himself in a dark room.

The size of the room is not big, less than [-] square meters, and it looks like it has been around for a long time.

At this moment, I was sitting in one of the corners, with a hard rock under my buttocks.

In the direction of his right hand is a metal door that looks very heavy.

In the other three directions, there are dusty walls, all without windows.

Could this mission be a prison escape?
This is the first reaction before paying.

There is no other reason, the shape of this room is so classic, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a prison cell.

For the first time, he looked down at his body, but there were no handcuffs or shackles.

But... the next moment Fuqian made an unexpected discovery.

His bare arms and hands were showing an unusual paleness at the moment, and it almost seemed inhuman.

This is……

Fu Qian was a little puzzled, this kind of white with fluorescent powder is almost out of the scope of human beings, right?Could it be that I have hung up?
Thinking of something, Fu Qian faced the ground and rubbed his fingers.

Air bullets do not appear.

really!

While I didn't tell myself the goal of the mission just now, there was also no prompt for skill selection.

Facts have proved that the current skills are in a state of failure, which means that he is no different from an ordinary person now.

Not even that.

Fu Qian threw a punch and found that the strength and speed are quite ordinary, even ordinary people are afraid.

This level 1 item is really a bit evil!

It's been a long time since I've experienced the feeling of a first-class trumpet.

Both the wall and the ground look very solid. Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible to break out by brute force.

Fu Qian looked around carefully, and found a huge black oil lamp in the center of the room.

The oil lamp is simple in shape, covered with a huge yellow glass cover, with bloodstains faintly visible on it.

At the moment it is emitting a dim yellow light, and the light seems to be dimly extinguished at any moment.

But this is already the only light source in the room.

While looking at it, there was a sound at the door, and the iron door was slowly moved aside.

The next moment, a man with an exaggerated appearance appeared outside the iron gate.

This person was extremely tall, and not only was he covered in a black burqa, but he also wore an iron black mask on his face.

In one hand, he held a strangely shaped weapon with barbs all over the front end, and in the other hand, he held a brass-colored pot.

Prison guards?This shape is a bit weird!

Without making a sound, this man walked in almost in a floating posture.

Before paying any attention at all, the jailer turned his back and stretched out his hand to pull up the heavy glass lampshade.

Next, he lifted the copper pot in his hand and slowly poured out a wisp of light green oil.

The oil lamp lights up at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

At that moment, Fuqian felt his skin became whiter.

It wasn't until the jailer left that Fu Qian stood up from the ground and took two steps forward.

Almost instantly, he felt that the heat in his body was being lost at an accelerated rate, and at the same time his consciousness was blurred.

Oil lamps are weird!
Fu Qian reacted instantly and quickly retreated to the corner.

This thing seems to be hastening its own death.

No wonder I was squatting in a corner when I woke up just now, I should be avoiding it.

[The current task has been updated: try to end the state of color loss]

At this moment, a reminder sounded in my ear.

End the faded state?
Fu Qian looked at his body, and it should be referring to the current situation.

The present is specifically emphasized, and it seems that there will be new tasks in the future.

Different from directly giving an ultimate goal in the past, this time it is a bit like a guided task chain.

It doesn't matter, let's take it step by step.

It's not too much of a headache before paying. It's better to have a goal than nothing.

After adding oil, the effect of the lamp is obviously stronger, even in the corner, the feeling of heat loss still exists.

The shell of the oil lamp is extremely strong, and it is almost impossible to break it with bare hands in its current state.

Fu Qian looked around, and went straight to another corner of the cell against the corner.

This room can be said to be empty, with almost nothing in it.

Apart from himself, the more conspicuous one was a skeleton sitting with its knees hugged in another corner.

The skeleton had obviously been dead for a long time, and the surface of the bones had begun to weather.

Fu Qian squatted down and looked up and down.

I have something in my hand!
Soon he discovered that the two hands of the skeleton were in a clasped state, and something was held between the bony finger bones.

Without wasting time, Fu Qian stretched out his hand and tried to separate the two hands.

what! ! !
At this moment, a heart-piercing howl emanated from the skeleton's skull.

In the dark space, there was a sudden scream.

This classic horror film plot can be called an enduring scary weapon.

However, just halfway through the barking, the sound stopped abruptly, and Fu Qian had already grasped the skeleton's jaw.

It's a pity that we are no longer what we used to be!

Before paying, he sighed silently.

It's not that he wasn't frightened at all, but since he became a humanoid weapon, the way he faced threats has become more and more inclined to attack rather than run away.

Even if he is not in a good state now, that moment just now was almost an instinctive reaction.

Could this be the legendary heart of the strong?
(End of this chapter)