Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 182 The Demigod's Leisurely Life

In fact, if he hadn't heard the voice, Fu Qian would have even forgotten the existence of this person - Xu Meng, who just made trouble for him not long ago.

Since I only met once, and the time was four days ago, the relevant information of this person has almost been swept out of memory.

It took a lot of effort to recall before paying.

However, it is obvious that this one is not, the shouts can be heard full of hatred and resentment.

Fu Qian was not surprised by this, he has never believed in such things as smiling away all kindness and enmity.

Perhaps because of Tan Ying's relationship, this man really gave up the idea of ​​venting his anger on himself.

But after all, they are all adults, and the spiritual victory method of cutting people into pieces by the void is still possible.

The only strange thing is, why did this hunk's voice appear in his mind?
I really don't know him well, and the auditory hallucinations should not be his turn.

Fu Qian held his breath and carefully distinguished the voices he heard.

Half a minute after that yell full of resentment, the same voice sounded again.

Fu Qian subconsciously focused on it.

brush!
The next moment, a dark curtain unfolded, and Fu Qian found that the room suddenly became illusory and hazy.

Around him, in the dim light, groups of erratic balls of light flickered and disappeared.

Xu Meng's voice full of resentment came from one of them.

Before paying, I tried to reach out and touch it.

The next moment his eyes lit up, and a picture flashed across.

Xu Meng glaringly sat there, the table in front of him was covered with boiling hot tea.

The plump and round woman in business attire was silent, not far away were fragments of teacups all over the floor.

This did not speak ah!
The video ended quickly, and Fu Qian saw it from the beginning to the end, until Xu Meng stood up and began to tear the woman's clothes, and the latter half-pushed and rolled onto the sofa together, without hearing his name appear.

Could it be that what I heard was the resentment in my heart?

As long as someone thinks of himself in his heart, the voice can be heard by himself?
Although a bit bizarre, it feels like this is the only explanation!

As for why this happened, Fu Qian had roughly guessed the reason.

The only change I have made today is that I have been promoted to a white board demigod.

In the description of the demigod, it is specifically mentioned that "it has been sublimated in the original sense and officially became a mythical creature".

At any rate, it is reasonable to bring a word of god, and there are some magical places.

Fu Qian, who had just dealt with a certain conceptual creature, was not particularly difficult to accept these.

The tuba has been abolished, I wish Mr. Xu to be strong, old and strong, and the old tree blooms!

Fu Qian ignored Xu Meng and looked around instead.

In this short period of time, new groups of light have already appeared, and at the same time, some of the original bleak ones have completely dissipated.

Fu Qian focused his attention on the newly appeared group, and the voice from inside also sounded a little angry.

The screen in front of me unfolded again.

In a classroom-like room, with her hair simply tied back, Tan Ying tilted her head, her pink lips were raised, and she was biting the tip of her pen and contemplating her brows.

Although I was in class, my eyes were not looking at the blackboard at all.

It's just a little holiday, so why so resentful?
Fu Qian sighed for a while, this guy really holds a grudge!
Without looking more, Fu Qian directly exited from the current screen, and flipped through a few more.

Qin Mingze, Wu Qingyu... are almost all acquaintances, most of them are already very vague, and it may be earlier.

Fu Qian was a little thankful for his small social circle.

If this is a celebrity, I'm afraid he will be annoyed to death.

Anyone who thinks must be known.

Looking at it now, as a side effect of being promoted to a demigod, any thoughts related to oneself can be turned into voices and transmitted to the ears.

After looking around, the loudest of all the voices seemed to be Mr. Xu.

Sure enough, the enemy is the one who pays most attention to you!
Feeling emotional, Fu Qian tried to withdraw his attention from these voices, and the sense of illusion around him dissipated.

But even so, there are still new voices coming out every once in a while, but they are not as loud as in the state of attention.

I have to find a way to block it, and I am not a voyeur.

Fu Qian frowned and looked around. The voice appeared directly in his own consciousness, and it probably wouldn't work if he was wearing headphones or something.

Wait a moment!Headphones won't work—

Fu Qian thought of something, apart from anything else, it inspired the mark on his wrist.

The screen flowed, and he entered the warehouse again. Without hesitation, Fu Qian quickly found the [messenger] code-named 3-0177.

This mask allows him to synchronize to another world, which should be able to cut off this invisible connection.

Putting the blood-stained mask on his face, the scene in front of him changed rapidly.

When the five senses recovered, Fu Qian woke up again on the second floor of the bookstore.

Sitting up from the bed, Fu Qian didn't rush to do anything, just stared ahead and waited silently.

No matter whether it was Xu Meng or Tan Ying, the voice did not reappear—in fact, no voice reappeared.

But it's a little strange to pay for it.

In fact, when you think about it, in comparison, I have a wider social network in this world. It stands to reason that it is impossible not to hear voices.

According to Fu Qian's prediction, when he arrived here, he would not hear Tan Ying and the others' voices, but at the same time, there should be some voices from this world instead.

However, after waiting for half an hour, there was nothing.

His demigod personality didn't cause any changes here?

What is so special about the world itself?

It's true, the total number of demigods in this world is not too small, but I have never heard of such a thing before, so there should be something special about it.

It's a pity that Fu Qian instantly felt that his good wishes had come to nothing.

Being disturbed is one thing, but if the effect just now is also effective in this world, then the difficulty of my own tasks will definitely plummet.

This is similar to the existence of a mind detector, and no one can count on not being noticed by then.

such a pity!
Shaking his head before paying.

But thinking about the good in everything, I have at least one more place where I can enjoy the cleanliness.

One day, if you get annoyed so much over there, just come here directly.

Fu Qian looked around while thinking, from the dust on the window sill, there was almost no difference from the first synchronization.

Sure enough, the time passage of the two worlds is synchronized.

Of course, the most accurate thing is to go out and check the date later.

Speaking of which, I haven't visited this place much.

Fu Qian thought about it, and considering the harassment he would face when he went back, he decided to take a short walk here.

……

In this dangerous world, human civilization is still being cared for as much as possible!

In a sense, the night bearer did a really good job.

In a shopping mall near the bookstore, Fu Qian sighed while walking, and was suddenly taken aback the next moment.

Not far ahead, Yuan Shan, with her arms full of shopping bags, turned her head in doubt.

(End of this chapter)