Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 583 Hustle and bustle (seven)

I have to say that the holidays are really a good thing.

Under the setting sun, Fu Qian looked left and right while feeling sincerely.

The reason for saying this is very simple. Although tomorrow is the official festival, but along the way at this moment, the streets are already full of men and women with strange shapes.

This made the mask on his face look completely unobtrusive.

Just now, using the deeper level of consciousness to take over, Frank naturally chose to urinate when faced with problems. At the same time, after taking off his clothes and washing his face, Fu Qian chose to release the parasitic state, put on a mask and leave.

Perhaps to be on the safe side, it might be better to maintain the parasitic state for a while, but there is a big problem here, that is, the ability obtained from insight is time-limited.

And I have a party at night, which I need to attend as Camus.

Considering that the participants were supposed to be acquaintances of Camus, it was not easy to fool them.

So some things come without delay.

……

Boom boom boom!
While thinking, Fu Qian raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him.

That's right, in front of him is the address given by Mr. Camus before his death.

He found this place directly without any delay along the way.

It is true that the risk of doing so is high, after all, it is not a good friendship with the native council.

But as the saying goes, high risk and high return. At first glance, the actions of this group of people obviously overlap with their own missions, and Fu Qian doesn't mind making a fool of himself.

……

"Who are you looking for?"

Within a few seconds, a vigilant voice came from inside the door.

"Camus Gleda."

Fu Qian didn't mind this, and gave his full name in a cadenced manner.

Anyone who sees a person wearing a mask and covering his whole body tightly, not showing an inch of skin, will inevitably be vigilant.

……

"Sorry there's no such person in there."

The other party was silent for a while before responding.

"It doesn't matter, there are outside."

Fu Qian tapped the mask on his face, but didn't intend to take it off at all.

He wasn't worried that the other party wouldn't open the door at all.

There are only two possibilities for finding this place and uttering Camus’ name in this posture.

Either Camus himself was in disguise, or the night-bearer who came to catch Camus was in disguise.

Of course the former has to open the door, but even if it is the latter, how dare you not open the door?

click!
Facts proved that Fu Qian's understanding was correct. The door opened from the inside after a few seconds, and an old man wearing glasses stood there with a solemn expression.

"Sorry, it's still early."

After looking at Fu Qian up and down, this person said very vaguely.

"It would be great if the Night Watchman thought like you did."

Fu Qian shook his head, brushed past him, found a seat and sat down.

"Can--"

The old man wanted to say something, but Fu Qian waved his hand directly, making him swallow the rest of the words.

And Fu Qian also didn't make a sound, just closed his eyes and leaned on the chair to rest.

"I know Camus, but he doesn't seem to be like you."

Soon another voice sounded, and the tone sounded a little gloating.

While speaking, a figure walked down the stairs.

It was a man with a rather burly figure, he seemed to be under 30 years old just by looking at his appearance, and his appearance was quite outstanding.

But at first glance, this person gives people an indescribable sense of awkwardness, simply put, it is inhuman and strange.

Speaking of this person's tone, why does it sound like he has a problem with Camus?

As the saying goes, the one who knows you the most is your enemy. Considering how much you say and how many mistakes you make, Fu Qian quickly decided to be evil to others.

"If you don't speak, I can only treat you as an enemy."

Seeing Fu Qian's attitude, Brother Yaoyi was obviously in a unhappy mood, and his words were full of threats.

It's a pity that the one sitting still remained indifferent.

"Camus Gleda..."

Brother Yaoyi gritted his teeth, and the next moment there was a strange fluctuation under the skin.

At a glance, it looks like a swarm of nematodes wrapped in a layer of human skin is rolling.

"I do need a little help, but it's definitely not you."

Just as Brother Yaoyi approached him step by step, Fu Qian took off his right hand glove.

Regardless of Brother Yaoyi or the old gentleman, they were instantly attracted by this move.

And at a glance, the hand that appeared in front of their eyes was actually in a translucent state.

On the seemingly unreal surface of the skin, various weird patterns and patterns can be vaguely seen, pieced together like a kaleidoscope, crowded to form the shape of a hand.

This is Fuqian's ability to use insight to temporarily suppress the effect of the divine blood curse in this special state.

Useful or useful, but the visuals do somewhat challenge the imagination.

Ok?
Brother Yaoyi stopped for a while, staring at Fu Qian's hand with a distorted expression.

Apparently even he didn't feel good about it.

"Alright Marco."

Before he could say anything, another voice stopped him.

Still coming from upstairs, a middle-aged man with a long and narrow face came down.

Compared with the half-brother called Marco, this one is much more formally dressed.

Shirt vest, meticulous bow tie, and even a gold-encrusted cane in his hand.

After waving the old man with glasses to step back, this man went straight to Fu Qian.

"Having trouble?"

"The Night Watchman is more vigilant than expected."

Fu Qianren let him look at his right hand, while holding the mask with the other hand, he took it off for a few seconds.

The face belonging to Camus is also covered with the same chaotic patterns on the hands.

"Almost as soon as I arrived, I was targeted by the Night Watchman. The one who shot was a demigod I hadn't seen before, so I had to use this method to escape."

he said quickly.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with this operation."

"Don't worry, your condition is still stable for the time being, Crow Feather should have a solution."

After carefully looking at it, the middle-aged man finally spoke.

Sure enough, this product is not a crow feather.

Fu Qian nodded calmly and put the mask back on.

The strength and aura of this man in front of him are much stronger than that of Marco, and the tone of his speech is very natural, which makes people think of him as the organizer of the action.

Fortunately, he remembered what Mr. Camus said quite clearly—I also want to know who Crow Feather is.

The person in front of him showed up so easily, so it shouldn't cause such resentment.

"Wehler, is he really Camus?"

Marco on the side looked complicated.

"I feel a little different from him usually, especially when he took off his mask just now..."

"Does it smell like divinity?"

Weihele glanced at him, and pointed to the exposed hand before Fu with no expression on his face.

"That's because it's called the curse of divine blood."

"Don't worry unnecessarily, I know you don't agree, but Camus hasn't crossed the level of demigod so quickly."

"But speaking of which, your mask is quite interesting."

The next moment Weihele thought of something, stared at Fu Qian and frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)