Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 587 Hustle (Eleventh)

soon?

That is to say, he is about to face two demigods plus an envoy?

The situation is getting more and more exciting!
"Thanks, that would be really nice."

Fu Qian expressed his joy with a hoarse laugh.

Considering the current semi-crazy character design, it's normal to be a bit more ostentatious.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank, Crow Feather didn't promise to help you lift the curse."

Facing the previous posture, Weihele didn't feel strange, just stared at him and shook his head.

"What were you talking about just now?"

The next moment he thought of something, he asked casually.

"Talk about the one in my head."

Fu Qian turned his head to look at Ariel, and knocked himself on the head at the same time.

"He is constantly impacting my consciousness, trying to make me think I am a sage."

"Sage..."

Facing Fu Qian's answer, Wei Hele pondered for a while, obviously not familiar with this title.

"Don't worry, it's just a few remaining spiritual imprints. As long as the curse is under control, it's not that difficult for me to deal with."

Fu Qian seemed to know what he was worried about, and said confidently.

"In any case, don't force yourself when the state is unstable."

"Spiritual branding at the demigod level is not so easy to deal with, and it is easy to be eroded without realizing it."

At this time, Ariel next to him also said.

what's the situation?This earnest elder's posture doesn't seem to fit your personality!
Hearing what Ariel said, Fu Qian's heart skipped a beat.

As a person who knows the details of Ariel, I always feel that this person is acting a little too kind.

There was also the conversation just now, when I brought it up, I would rush over to help as soon as possible, and this guy's reaction seemed a little dull.

I'm a little curious, this time Ariel appeared here, I don't know what the "purpose" is to achieve.

……

"he came!"

Just when Fu Qian planned to test again, Weihele who was on the side suddenly made a sound.

Um?The legendary Crow Feather demigod has arrived?

Fu Qian looked up, but didn't see the door open, but found Wehle standing up.

The next moment, this person's gold-encrusted cane was slightly tilted in the air.

Almost instantly, a trace of disturbance began to appear from the position where the cane was clicked, and quickly spread to the surroundings.

Wherever the disturbance passed, everything seemed to be shrouded in some kind of shadow, and it was already gray in an instant.

Is this welcome ceremony too grand?
Watching this scene with great interest, while Fu Qian commented silently, he found that the old landlord who opened the door for himself at first opened the door for himself, and the landlady who had just retreated turned out quietly with his head down.

After walking all the way to Fuqian, the old man looked up.

Almost immediately, Fu Qian felt a strong sense of being peeped, something else was observing him through this person.

If it is not for the mask, there is a high probability of being discovered.

Fu Qian thought to himself, and made a very honest judgment.

He didn't think that the old landlord was the legendary Crow Feather, he was just pretending.

This is obviously a way of remote descent, realized with the help of the special environment created by Wehler.

So this old landlord is actually Crow Feather's puppet?
That's absolutely reliable, no wonder the gathering place was chosen here.

But no matter what, there is no doubt about the demigod aura on this person at this moment, and he is currently surrounded by heroes.

"It's work."

Fu Qian did not avoid this person's scrutiny, and nodded slightly to say hello.

Seeing this, the old man blinked his blank eyes, and the next moment he stretched out his hand to grab the void.

When he took it back, he already had a palm-sized bald doll in his hand.

The color is dull, the appearance is hideous, and there is no cuteness at all.

And if you look closely, you can even find small blood-stained bandages wrapped around your body.

Almost immediately, Fu Qian noticed something strange, as if the latter had reached some kind of connection with himself, and was bound to his own destiny.

"Hold on."

The next moment, the old landlord put down the doll and gave orders coldly.

"This is a stand-in messenger. The divine blood curse has a very high personality, and it has penetrated into your body. If you want to completely eliminate it, you can only use a compromise method."

"You try to maintain the connection and shift your will into it little by little."

"And I will cut off the connection at the right time, and leave all the curse on the original body. You will be reborn on it, and your personality will not be damaged."

Is this still possible?

Fu Qian listened silently to this man's explanation, trying to focus on the little puppet.

Almost immediately, a feeling of staring at oneself appeared.

It seems that what this person said is true.

And the method of lifting the curse just proposed seems to be indeed feasible.

But there is a problem in that way - after the transfer, there is no mask on his face.

At that time, under the crowd watching, there is a high probability that the real state cannot be concealed, and the consequences may be quite tragic.

But on the other hand, not cooperating doesn't seem to work either.

Ariel and Vehele next to them are all visible to the naked eye at the moment.

If I make a piss escape or something, I'm afraid I will fight before I get to the bathroom.

That being the case!

Fu Qian snorted, and the next moment he focused on the little doll.

Soon, he found that the latter had undergone significant changes.

First of all, drops of blood seeped out from nowhere, and quickly infiltrated the whole body.

Immediately afterwards, thin and long blood lines were drawn out of the increasingly viscous blood.

The blood lines meander around like tentacles, continuously merging and converging, and rapidly swell.

"Control, screen, don't let the curse follow you."

The old man's words continued to ring out.

Fu Qian followed suit quite cooperatively, and found that he was able to identify a little bit of consciousness full of chaotic desires from the soul level.

And relying on stable self-awareness, they can be stripped out, and the will can be kept pure to the greatest extent.

Suppressing pollution, Fu Qian carefully purified his will, allowing "self" to reverberate between the two.

This feeling of tug-of-war with myself has to be said to be quite interesting.

Soon, in his feeling, the self-awareness of the two sides was almost equal.

"Very good, now continue to strengthen the self-awareness of the stand-in messenger."

The old man's reminder came again.

Increase horsepower?OK!
Fu Qian accepted the suggestion instantly, but deliberately hesitated for a few seconds.

The next moment, it was the curse pollution that had been carefully stripped out before, rushing to the little puppet, with exaggerated intensity.

At the same time, the pure self-awareness on the puppet's side began to flow back rapidly.

Standing in front of Fu is like a novice driver who has mistakenly shifted into reverse gear. Although the direction is wrong, the accelerator is still on the ground.

For a moment, I could feel the violent mood swings on the old man's side.

However, without giving them more time to be shocked, Fu Qian moved his body the next moment, and punched the little puppet in front of him.

(End of this chapter)