Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Taking the earrings handed over by Wen Li, Fu Qian controlled it to spin in the palm of his hand.

I have to say that the shape is quite exquisite, even if it is not a supernatural item, I believe it can be sold for a good price.

By the way, this is definitely a jewelry killer.

After the review was over, Fu Qian felt a burst of emotion when he thought of a certain Tan classmate's bracelet.

The next moment, under Wen Li's gaze, he slowly clenched his hand.

This scene was indeed very similar to the usual magic tricks, but what Wenli didn't know was that a mouth full of fangs had grown out of the palm of her hand where she couldn't see, swallowing the earring in one gulp.

"Magic?"

Fu Qian's words were undoubtedly a bit too jumpy for Wen Li, who seemed to have given up guessing and just stared at his fist silently, waiting for the answer to be revealed.

At this time, after the earrings were "swallowed", Fu Qian quickly noticed the change.

First of all, in his eyes, the whole world suddenly became a little darker, and even the colors became mixed.

At the same time, an erratic melody appeared in his consciousness out of thin air.

The sound out of nothing should be the effect of earrings.

Fu Qian nodded, silently experiencing all the changes.

The first is digestion efficiency. The structure of the earrings that were swallowed just now dissipated almost instantly, without any symptoms of indigestion.

I still remember that when I ate the dice of Su Cake last time, I was devastated by the backlash.

In such a situation, it must be that on the one hand, the item itself is not high in rank, and on the other hand, under the effect of "insight", my digestion ability seems to be much stronger.

So Wen Li said that after wearing the earrings, her mood became calmer because of this special melody?
Some kind of requiem song that she didn't even notice, playing on a loop in her ears all the time?

Judging from the previous description, she herself obviously has no awareness in this regard.

The reason why I can manifest myself may have something to do with Dianman's inspiration.

While thinking about it, Fu Qian concentrated all his energy on the weird melody, and he seemed to feel that the latter became clearer little by little.

Why does it sound like a human voice?
And at this moment, Fu Qian couldn't help frowning.

He wasn't talking nonsense. As the melody gradually became clearer, Fu Qian could vaguely discern that it was really a human being speaking, but the tone was weird, and there were faint cries in the middle.

And just when Fu Qian felt that he was about to hear the specific content clearly, he suddenly found that the environment he was in had changed.

There are no longer counters and bookshelves in front of my eyes, and Wen Li has disappeared without a trace.

Instead, it was the interior of a magnificent building. In the dim light, there were crumbling shelves everywhere, as if it had been ravaged by a tornado.

And the dots of free light in the air, like a tangible rainbow, provide light for the surroundings.

If it weren't for the things on the ground, I almost thought I was disconnected and went back to the warehouse.

Fu Qian shook his head, bent down and tried to touch a book under his feet.

It had obviously fallen off those shelves, and it looked like a library with a long history.

It's a pity that the moment Fu Qian's fingertips touched it, the book quickly rotted into dust, and he didn't have a chance to read it.

This place is really unreal!

Fu Qian was not too surprised by this, because at this moment, following his special induction, he could still locate himself sitting in the bookstore.

I should only be conscious here now.

As long as you want, a thought can go back at any time.

It should be under the effect of ear studs that I followed the sound just now and entered this special place.

In fact, Fu Qian could hear that voice now, and it was already too clear.

"Can't find...I...here...very...safe..."

In the intermittent voice, Fu Qian finally pieced together a sentence.

Every pause in it was a sob of extreme sadness.

I have to say, this is very fitting.

Silent and dark ancient buildings, crying unscrupulously, are you a witch?
In a burst of emotion, Fu Qian decided to explore without hesitation in view of the fact that he could leave and go back at any time.

Fortunately, the stairs inside this building are not as fragile as those books.

When Fu Qian tried to step on it, he found that although it was a little weak, it could still support himself.

Since the crying sound obviously came from the upper floor, Fu Qian waited and checked to confirm that there was nothing unusual, and then climbed step by step in the direction of the sound.

While walking, Fu Qian even tried to touch those free lights with his hands.

The palm passed through without accident, but the brilliance itself was not unresponsive, and almost instantly triggered an invisible disturbance.

Under the shock, Fu Qian felt that even his own existence was affected.

If you came here before solidifying your career, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome!

Feeling the changes in his body, Fu Qian sighed.

At the moment when the existence became unstable, Fu Qian felt that he seemed to be being watched faintly, just like when he was promoted to a demigod for the first time, but it was fleeting after stabilization.

But even so, you can't take it lightly. This place is a bit strange. Now that I am distracted and dual-purpose to enter here, any erosion of my true consciousness will most likely affect reality.

While thinking about it, Fu Qian had already walked the last step of the stairs and saw the target he was looking for.

It's really a witch!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Fu Qian frowned for a while.

On the extended terrace on the second floor, a short-haired woman was squatting on the ground covering her face and crying, her body was exaggeratedly pale and withered at first glance.

At the same time, it is quite striking that this person does not even have clothes in the usual sense.

Instead, there are large areas of colorful traces, which look like irregular colored glaze at first glance.

Under the reflection of the rainbow light in the air, it can be described as extremely gorgeous.

And at this moment, this one was undoubtedly crying quite ecstatically, completely unaware of Fu Qian's arrival.

In this situation, Fu Qian did not rush forward to disturb her, but just observed silently.

Soon he discovered that this person didn't only know that sentence.

In the bleak sobs, Fu Qian quickly discerned other content.

"Listen to...my voice, don't let no one...listen to me."

"My name...is Liliana."

This shouldn't be introducing myself, right?
After hearing clearly that the other party actually said a name, Fu Qian frowned even more.

Although there is no logic, this person's demeanor is talking to himself.

Here comes the question, why should a person emphasize his name to himself?
Worried about forgetting?

Fu Qian vaguely guessed a possibility.

And at this moment, Witch seemed to have thought of something sad, and the cry became so agitated that one could even hear obvious fear.

"It's only... one o'clock... I don't want to continue the task."