Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1735 Bitter Fruit (Twenty-four)

No wonder people say that foreign monks are good at chanting.

When the stranger's name was announced, the man who had just been completely hopeless and indifferent to worldly affairs actually raised his head slowly, which was more useful than checking a water meter.

It was obvious that he had the same doubts as the old lady: why would a stranger come here?

"What do you want to do?"

Of course, even so, it doesn't mean that he is willing to open the door to welcome guests.

His butt still seemed to be glued to the seat. It was the first time he spoke since the beginning, and as expected, he sighed three times for each word, like a completely wilted balloon.

“Take away what you don’t want.”

But Fu Qian, who has been engaged in ideological guidance for many years, has always known how to motivate people in the most efficient way. He answered without any hesitation, without knocking on the door.

……

  click!

After a long silence, the door really opened from the inside.

Brother Chui Tou really looked a bit listless. After opening the door, his regretful face flashed for a second, and then he turned around and walked back.

"excuse me."

Fu Qian didn't mind, he closed the door and walked over, sitting across from the other person across a small round table.

On the round table was an oil lamp with a blackened lampshade, and one could see that there was not much fuel left inside.

In such a dangerous dark night, this was undoubtedly an unnecessary mistake, but Brother Chui Tou looked like he didn't even have this thought in mind.

Of course no matter what, the oil lamp, as the only light source in the room, is still dazzling enough - although not as bright as the things next to it.

It really is a sword.

It is about arm length, has a sharp shape, and even has delicate hand guards.

It was a pity that most of the place, especially the sword body, was covered with a layer of dirt similar to coal ash mixed with blood.

Even so, occasionally a tiny gap still reflects a captivating glow under the light.

From the perspective of the front, this brilliance is particularly bright.

My perception just now was indeed correct. This is the extent of God’s gift.

  Also, looking at the paint job, could it have been dug out from a mine?

The demeanor of this chosen one is simply unstoppable.

It’s a pity that the person involved doesn’t seem to think so.

The way Brother Drooped looked at it was obvious that he regarded it as some kind of trouble, or even a knot in his heart.

"Why did you take it?"

Of course, human hearts are so strange that just because someone directly expresses interest doesn’t mean he is willing to give it to others.

Because of his big stature, when he lowered his head, he felt like someone was looking down on him.

"Didn't I tell you that it's because you don't want it?"

Naturally, Fu Qian had no problem feeling uncomfortable about this and just answered with a smile.

"How do you know I don't want it?"

"So you want it?"

  Isn't your expression obvious enough? And I just made it clear what I wanted to do. Why would you open the door if you want it?

……

"How did you know it was with me?"

Brother Chui Tou is obviously too inexperienced in this area and is speechless at any slight ideological guidance.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally raised questions about the most bizarre aspect of this trip.

laugh--

This time, Fu Qian did not say anything directly, but reached under the collarbone and felt around for a while. Of course, this refers to the real bottom, the place that usually requires a scalpel to touch.

Under the horrified gaze of Brother Chui Tou, Fu Qian's index finger and middle finger showed even greater precision. A second later, he pulled out a solidified lump from the blood hole and threw it into an empty cup next to him.

This curse was obviously highly targeted. After leaving the body, without the support of "oneself", the extraordinary aura immediately dissipated at an alarming speed.

The blood clot, which was still bubbling, quickly dissolved into a sticky lump in the cup, much like a can of Coke that had lost its gas.

Fu Qian even actually raised the cup and swung it, then put it together with the sword.

"Is that your blood?"

Brother Chui Tou may not have seen Coke, but he obviously learned something from this scene.

For example, the person in front of you is probably not an ordinary character, and how does it know what is on the table.

"Why don't you tell me how you found it?"

Too much is as bad as too little. The meaning had been conveyed so accurately that Fu Qian had no intention of adding unnecessary details and simply changed the question.

……

"Actually, I don't know either..."

He stared straight at the dark red in the cup until it quickly faded away. Even Brother Chuitou subconsciously moved away from the table.

At the same time, under the strange and unpredictable pressure from the visitor, he finally began to narrate in a muttering voice.

"After that day, there were suddenly fewer people... Everything was in chaos..."

"I went to work and was told to go home and wait... I had no idea what was going on or what to do."

"But just as I was about to leave, I suddenly felt that something was waiting for me underground..."

His eyes fell on the sword.

"I sneaked back, no one saw me, and started digging..."

"I don't know how long I dug. I never felt tired. I kept changing new tools... until I dug up a piece of flowing coal. It was even bleeding..."

“And then at that moment, someone knocked me aside, rushed in and pulled this out – it turns out I wasn’t the only one who felt the calling.”

Bleeding coal, no wonder it has such a strange appearance.

"and then?"

Fu Qian nodded slightly, imagining the scene, and made a casual comment.

"Then... a group of them started fighting there, desperately trying to grab it. Even if the person who got it first just swung it lightly and chopped the other person to pieces, it didn't scare them away..."

"If it's so powerful, why did it end up in your hands?"

As a person from the extraordinary world, Fu Qian had no doubt that an ordinary person could possess such destructive power after holding this sword.

"It collapsed down there..."

Brother Chui Tou seemed to have once again immersed himself in the tragic memories of the past, and his voice sounded like a dream.

"Maybe the sword also chopped off other things. I'm not sure of the specific reason..."

"Anyway, when I came to my senses, I groped for it in the darkness, and then I crawled out little by little with it, and it seemed like a very long time had passed from outside..."

"What an eventful story... But you don't seem to be making good use of this gift?"

When the other party finally finished speaking, Fu Qian expressed his deep appreciation.

"I would rather not have this gift!"

However, when asked the following questions, Brother Chui Tou's reaction was exaggerated, he almost roared.

"I never want to feel that way again... Everything here is crazy and they blame it all on that church!"