Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 133 Disorder (Part [-])

Are you really worried about something?

Feeling the chaos in his body, Fu Qian thought to himself.

Even after practicing for so long just now, it will take at least a minute to straighten out all the mess.

But seeing that the lamp was almost full, the jailer might turn around and leave at any time.

If you miss this opportunity, you may have to wait another day or so.

Although there is more time to do adaptation exercises, it also increases the probability of being discovered.

If you don't want to miss the opportunity, unless you can straighten out your confused nerves within ten seconds.

Too bad that's not possible!

Fu Qian is very clear that he is not familiar enough with his own body.

At this time, the jailer had already refueled, slowly put down the lampshade, turned around and prepared to go out.

Can't wait any longer!
Fu Qian barely stood up, looked up and punched.

It seemed that he made an attack reluctantly, but in fact, because of the confusion in his body control, he couldn't exert his strength normally at all.

Not only was this punch without attack power, but even his body was a little out of balance due to too much movement.

But gritted his teeth and persisted, Fu Qian still took advantage of the sneak attack and handed his fist to the jailer's back.

Wait, isn't this thing a human?
Surprised at the next moment with tapas.

The tactile feedback from the fist was like hitting a granite rock.

Incomparably hard, without the toughness of skin.

If it wasn't for the lack of strength, the wrist might be broken.

This flimsy punch undoubtedly did not cause any substantial damage, and the jailer turned around almost instantly.

In the flickering cold light, he raised the weapon in his hand without hesitation, and stabbed it in the chest.

The speed is not very fast, but it is still not something that the current body can escape.

The strong wind hit his body, Fu Qian barely twisted his body to avoid the vital point, and took the blow with his left shoulder.

Click!

The force carried on the weapon was surprisingly strong, and with a crisp sound, Fu Qian's arm was directly lifted down softly.

He was hit hard at once, but Fu Qian did not retreat but advanced, choosing to continue fighting.

This suicidal behavior left him scarred in an instant.

Blood was flying, and the sound of bones breaking was endless. In less than ten seconds, almost only one arm was left in the whole body.

Very good, that's it!

At this moment, Fu Qian took a deep breath.

We all know that confusion often comes from too many variables.

Whole-body neurotic chaos is indeed extremely difficult to debug, but when there are only a few variables left, it's a lot easier to get used to!
The next moment, Fu Qian raised his only arm and punched him.

Unlike before, this punch successfully exploded with real power.

The paralysis of most parts of the body makes it easier to focus on one point.

Boom!
At a suddenly faster speed, Fu Qian's serious punch directly hit the opponent's chin.

At that moment, Fu Qian felt that his arm was also useless.

The chin of this thing is the same as its back, it feels like it's been pounded on a stone.

In addition, this punch gathered the strength of breastfeeding, and when the two collided, Fu Qian felt that several fingers were broken in an instant.

Still, the injury looks worth it.

With a bang, there was the sound of the spar shattering.

The jailer's masked head actually flew out of his neck.

The movement of the headless stump also stopped, and then it fell back straight.

This thing really has more than enough hardness, but not enough toughness.

As long as you are not afraid of getting hurt and the output power is sufficient, it is not difficult to kill it.

Fu Qian sat on the ground panting, looking at his head not far away.

The mask had already been thrown aside, revealing the true face underneath.

It was indeed a face with human facial features, but unfortunately it was as stiff as a sculpture, and the surface of the skin seemed to be covered with a layer of fine crystals, which shone like diamonds under the light.

Fu Qian looked at the broken neck, but he could see red flesh and white bones, but the main artery was broken, so there was not a single drop of blood flowing out.

This place is really full of evil doors!

After observing for a while, Fu Qian turned his attention back to himself.

After the fight to the death just now, his body was riddled with holes.

The most serious injury among them was caused by the final eruption. The extreme physical load, plus a punch on the stone, the force of the shock was quite uncomfortable.

From thrift to extravagance!

My current fighting style is more or less my choice after getting used to the ultra-high resilience physique.

Silently waiting for the effect of nervous confusion to end, Fu Qian stood up and moved to the door with difficulty.

This place is too big!

Fu Qian leaned out to have a look, the light outside was still dim, it looked like it should be somewhere underground.

From a rough look, the area of ​​this place is quite exaggerated, estimated to be at least five football fields.

And there are more than one floor up and down, densely packed with such cells.

Supported by several huge stone pillars in the middle, rows of prison corridors are connected.

No wonder no one came for so long, how many jailers are needed for such a big place.

The door of the cell is the simplest bolt structure. However, because there is not even a small opening for delivering food on the door, it is extremely difficult to escape from the prison. At least there is no way to open it from the inside.

The place doesn't seem to have thought about feeding prisoners at all.

After roughly confirming the current situation, Fu Qian reset the gate little by little, and finally retreated with a gap left.

Calculate the angle, put your arm against the wall to reset the dislocated part, and then slowly bandage the other parts.

Fortunately, there are round scales growing on many places on the body, which still have some protective effect, otherwise the injury will be more serious.

What is also gratifying is that although it is incomparable with the original body, the resilience of this body is also amazing.

Sitting on the ground, Fu Qian clearly felt that the wound was healing rapidly, and his physical strength was also recovering rapidly.

At this speed, you can move freely for an hour at most.

After silently making a judgment, Fu Qian turned his head and continued to study the corpse on the ground.

I don't know if it's because of the mutation, but the headless corpse is still exaggeratedly heavy.

After spending a lot of effort, Fu Qian finally took off his burqa and put it on himself.

The skin under the burqa is indeed in that diamond-like crystalline state, and feels like a stone.

In addition to the burqa, Fu Qian also found two things from the body.

An octagonal black iron plate, plus a huge key.

The surface of the key is rusted, and it looks like it has not been used for a long time.

Before paying, I packed up the two things, plus the iron pieces and stones I found before.

After trying it, his physical strength has recovered a lot, Fu Qian dragged the body to the corner where he woke up.

After putting it against the wall, Fu Qian picked up the head that fell to the side and put it on his neck.

After finishing all this, put the jailer's mask on his face, Fu Qian took the weapon and the oil can, and slowly opened the door of the cell.

(End of this chapter)