Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 132 Disorder (Part [-])

After only being narcissistic for half a second, Fu Qian checked the things he got from the skeleton.

I don't have much time, and under the scorching of oil lamps, I may lose the ability to move at any time and enter a state of waiting to die.

It was a dark round iron piece, about the size of a watch dial, and it looked very old.

The whole is very thin, so there is little chance of hiding something inside.

Fu Qian was playing with the iron sheet in his hand, and suddenly remembered something.

Turning around and supporting the skull's head again, Fu Qian directly opened his jaw this time, and stretched his hand in.

When the skeleton screamed just now, it seemed to see something inside.

After groping for a few times, Fu Qian pinched something with two fingers.

It was a heavy ball.

It looks like it was held in the mouth of the skeleton before death.

After the search was over, Fu Qian looked at his findings one by one.

The first is the stone taken out of the throat.

About the size of a thumb, the oval surface is covered with dark red textures, and there are dozens of spikes of different lengths in the zigzagging patterns.

If it wasn't obviously a stone, I might have thought it was a mutated tonsil.

As for the iron plate in the right hand, there was nothing on one side, and after the dirt was wiped off on the other side, there was a strange pattern outlined with crude lines.

Apart from these two things, there seemed to be nothing useful in the room.

Can they be used to remove the faded state?It's a bit of a test of imagination.

Fu Qian looked back at the skeleton, imagining his state before death.

Judging from the posture, it looks like it has a thorn ball in its mouth, and its eyes are fixed on the iron sheet.

But what's the use of this?

After thinking about it for a while, Fu Qian tightened his hand holding the thorn ball, and the skin on his palm was directly punctured.

Under the light, what flows out of the palm is a nearly transparent liquid.

This should be the so-called eclipse?
Thinking of his mission goal, Fu Qian took a look at his body by the way.

The flesh and blood of the whole body seemed to be becoming transparent little by little, and the bones under the skin could even be seen faintly.

If this continues, I estimate that I will soon end up like the owner of the iron sheet.

At the same time, the pain in the palm came, which made Fu Qian's mind clear.

this thing...

Before paying, I tried scratching my arm with my nails.

A cut was made in the translucent skin, but nothing was felt.

In the eclipse state, should the feeling and reason disappear together?

And this stone can make oneself feel pain, so as to maintain a certain degree of sanity?

Fu Qian exhaled, and roughly guessed the function of this thing.

It seems that the dead one was using it to refresh himself.

What about the iron sheet?

Fu Qian thought for a while, and pushed the skeleton aside.

Then sit down directly in his original position, and assume the exact same posture as imagined.

Hold the stone in one hand, and turn the patterned side of the iron sheet to yourself with the other, focusing all your attention on it.

Almost instantly, Fu Qian felt the pattern in his vision move.

At the same time, something in his body seemed to be awakened, and silent howls filled his consciousness.

The feeling of life passing by began to slowly slow down.

From just now to now, he felt his own heartbeat for the first time.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Qian slowly opened his eyes.

The feeling of life passing has stopped completely.

Taking a long breath, Fu Qian looked at the skeleton beside him.

This one seemed to know how to fight the loss of color, and even prepared the way, but unfortunately failed in the end.

【The current task has been updated】

【Try to escape from prison】

At this time, a new task prompt appears, confirming that the previous task has been completed.

Managed to escape from prison...

Fu Qian immediately thought of the jailer. When he came in to refuel, it was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.

The problem was that the jailer, not to mention his tall stature, could even lift the lampshade with one hand, and his strength was obviously extraordinary.

If you want to bring him down, the current state may be very difficult.

So for the next time, Fu Qian was almost motionless, focusing on the iron piece the whole time.

Soon, his skin began to regain its blood color little by little, and he could even clearly feel the increase in strength in his body, and the gloomy light emanating from his body gradually lightened.

I don't know how long it took, and with a burst of itching, circles of thin round scales began to grow on Fu Qian's arms.

This scene was horrifying, but Fu Qian still had no intention of stopping.

In any case, every point of increase in strength increases the probability of getting away.

A little side effect is okay.

In this way, Fu Qian didn't stop until his body stopped changing.

Feeling the power in the body, there is almost a feeling of being reborn.

According to the previous standard, there are at least seven or eight steps.

Make a silent judgment before paying.

It is difficult to determine the time in a closed space, but it should be less than a day.

Fu Qian was quite satisfied with this efficiency, but just as he was about to stand up, his body fell down.

what's the situation?
He obviously wanted to stand up just now, but what he moved was his hand?
Motor disorder?Fu Qian thought of a skill called Luan Shen Chong.

Is it a side effect of that thing?
If that's the case—

While Fu Qian's brain was running fast, he adjusted his body and got used to the new order little by little.

For example, use the head-up command to control the legs.

However, just when he finally got used to it, the feeling of confusion disappeared instantly.

The sudden contrast almost caused him to fall again.

Come and go without a trace, this thing is a bit tricky.

It won't come every once in a while, will it?

Fu Qian waited silently while thinking.

Sure enough, after a while, the feeling of confusion struck again.

This time he was already prepared, and first tried to apply the experience he had just had.

However, it turns out that the effect of chaos is random, and the plan just now has no effect.

What a hassle!

Fu Qian sighed and continued to try without hesitation.

If this situation has been there, then you have to get used to it.

Finally, after more than ten consecutive cycles, Fuqian began to gradually adapt to the chaotic impact every once in a while, and shortened the recovery time to within 1 minute.

As long as there is no accident during the battle, there should be no problem.

Fu Qian looked at the oil lamp in the middle of the cell, there was not much oil left.

The jailer should be coming in soon, and the current situation is ready for a try.

Fu Qian began to adjust his body silently, preparing for the action later.

……

clang!
The sound of opening the door came, and Fu Qian had already returned to the corner and sat down.

In order to avoid being exposed, he buried his face and tried to cover his exposed skin as much as possible.

The jailer, who was completely wrapped up, reappeared and floated in.

This man, who seemed completely unaware of observing the prisoner's state, directly pulled up the lampshade and began to add lamp oil.

Fuqian slowly moved to the opponent's blind spot.

Just as he was about to strike, his insanity seized his body in an instant, almost causing him to fall down again.

(End of this chapter)