Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 849 Ignition (21)

"arrive."

Not long after, the Greedy Chariot stopped abruptly.

Ballard opened the car door immediately and drove people down with a cold face.

I don't know if I also felt that kind of awkwardness. This guy can be said to be moving at full speed along the way, and he can't wait to reach the stop in an instant.

"It seems that no one is following, are you not worried that I will run away after I go down?"

Instead, Fu Qian was not in a hurry, and asked with great interest.

Storrs's hand was really cruel. Until now, the burning on his body showed no signs of weakening, and the pain remained.

However, as a professional, Fu Qian still made his smile flawless.

"Also, are you sure we're really here?"

Fu Qian's doubts were not without reason. The place where Ballard brought him to meet the Prophet was neither a majestic temple nor an abyss of darkness.

At a glance, it is an ordinary apartment building, with an area of ​​no more than ninety.

"I trust his judgment."

Regarding the question before Fu, Ballard didn't seem to have much interest in communicating. After taking a deep breath, he pointed directly at the top and made a gesture of please.

"He asked you to go up by yourself, Room 802."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Such a bachelor, Fu Qian's curiosity about this prophet increased a bit for a while.

After thanking Ballard, he got out of the car and walked into the not-so-wide hall.

It's a pity that all the clothes and banknotes were burned, otherwise he would have liked to give a tip or something.

……

After some strategizing, I finally met this mysterious person!
Fu Qian was emotionally moved as the noisy elevator was ascending rapidly.

Compared with being brought back to the base by Ballard at that time, this is undoubtedly a much better development.

It feels like this guy obviously knows more about flames.

And if it wasn't for the previous series of operations, the "Prophet" wouldn't be interested in communicating with him, let alone having someone bring him directly without waiting for a report.

Akasha and the others have complex expressions, which may have something to do with it.

The abnormality of the prophet made his nonsense words even more bluffing.

In addition, this exchange with the hunting team is also fruitful, at least they have a certain understanding of the essential attributes of flames.

In some imagination, the elevator door has been opened, and there is a dimly lit corridor in front of him.

Without hesitation before paying, I quickly found room 802.

After politely knocking on the door, he tried to push it, but the door was unlocked and opened in response.

……

The sofa, the closet, the carpet, and behind the door are quite classic scenes of life, except that the lights are not turned on.

And going further, the balcony is filled with an elegant lounge chair.

With black hair and black eyes, a figure with a big belly was squinting and lying on it, with a clothes rail pressed against him.

This look...

For Fang Qian, the impact of the scene in front of him was even more exaggerated than a bunch of monsters and ghosts.

From the beginning of this mission, the style of painting seems to be off the mark all the way.

But if it comes, it's safe, Fu Qian turned around and closed the door, walked all the way to the sofa and sat down.

He even tried his best to control the armor on his body to ensure that the flames would not escape and burn the furniture.

"You are here, welcome!"

The Prophet also seemed quite friendly, and he didn't ignore people with his concave shape. He sat up immediately, scratched his messy hair, and said hello to Fu Qian.

Fu Qian was very sure that when he saw his face, he seemed relieved.

"How to call it? Or call you the prophet directly?"

"You don't have to be so polite, just call me Yuan Fang."

The latter waved his hand, his posture was unimaginably easy-going, but the name...

Yuan Fang, a prophet?
There are a lot of truths, but with the previous experience, Fu Qian is not so surprised.

"Alright Yuan Fang, what do you think should I be called?"

After saying hello, Fu Qian asked meaningfully.

"That's not important, but considering the consistency with everyone, I'll call you the clown."

Yuan Fang's tone was extremely natural, but the amount of information revealed was exaggerated.

First of all, he can directly pass through Ballard and the others to observe himself from a distance, at least he can hear what he is saying.

Second, he is skeptical of his own rhetoric, but thinks it doesn't matter who he is.

"In short, thank you very much for your cooperation, and I am really looking forward to this meeting."

"Understood, so how are you sure I won't take the opportunity to escape?"

Fu Qian nodded, then asked casually.

"Since you didn't leave in the bar, you didn't leave just now."

As expected of a prophet, Yuan Fang's words were quite ingenious.

"Anyway Mr. Clown, can you tell me how you feel about this place?"

There were not too many pleasantries, and Yuan Fang asked directly in the next moment.

"It's chaotic, but it has its own set of rules of operation."

The other party is so bachelor, Fu Qian is also frank about his impressions.

"It seems to be noisy everywhere, but all the chaos is lined up in a special way, like dust falling from the sky, and it just settles into a carpet."

"This analogy is very interesting."

Yuan Fang listened very seriously, and finally nodded solemnly.

"Your feelings are not wrong, there is indeed a pile of dust inside."

"Everyone?"

"Everyone, me too."

Yuan Fang's posture is very bachelor and generous.

"No matter how gorgeous or powerful, as long as you are sealed here, leaving only a rotten fate, then it is dust."

"Let's think about it... Are you implying that everyone inside really has no way to escape?"

Think carefully before paying.

"Yes, the ashes may emit some brilliance when they burn, but no amount of brilliance will turn you back into a tree."

Yuan Fang sighed and pointed at Fu Qian's face.

"Of course, what's on you isn't even brilliance, it's pure destructive power."

"So that's why you breathed a sigh of relief just now? Are you worried that I really have 'fire' on me?"

Fu Qian had a clear expression on his face.

"That's just one aspect, the main thing is that you don't want you to convey wrong ideas to other people."

Yuan Fang did not deny it.

"Dust has a right to peace too. False hope is a very dangerous thing."

"If what you said is really effective, have you ever thought about what the world will look like?"

"That's true."

"Of course the most important thing this time is to ask you for a favor."

Looking at Fu Qian, Yuan Fang's tone was very serious.

"Why must I help? You should have a lot of people."

Fu Qian was a little curious for a moment.

"You are different from them. I can't observe your fate. What I'm going to do this time requires a little uncertainty."

"Tell me about what to do."

The other party was so sincere, Fu Qian didn't go around in circles.

"It's very simple, help eliminate those outsiders."

(End of this chapter)