Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

One of the most childish thoughts in people is that they refuse to admit that they are unlucky and always want to turn bad things into good things.

This kind of thinking tendency will make people subconsciously distort the probability of success of certain things.

It's a pity that man's determination to conquer nature is idealism after all. If you cut the fruit, it will cut into the bomb. If you insist on saying that it is just quenched, you are destined to just deceive yourself.

"Can I ask, old man, what means are you going to use to suppress the curse?"

After finishing his emotion, Fu Qian looked at Camus and asked sincerely.

"How could you be so naive as to think I would answer your question?"

The collapse of Camus's body continued, and it was obvious that the speed was much faster than before.

But he didn't care, dragging his deformed body forward as he spoke.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you answer you, because that's not a method that a simple-minded person like you can use."

It was obvious that this guy, who was racing against time, kept reminding him that his consciousness was being affected.

"I understand, it's not a universal method, but it relies on your own ability, right?"

Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully, seemingly untouched.

"Very good, but it's a pity that there is no reward!"

Camus' laughter at this time sounded directly in Fu Qian's mind.

Because his body was now completely reduced to a pile of rotten flesh on the ground, and it was impossible to even speak.

But on the remains of the body, a translucent spirit body that was exactly the same as his original appearance had already approached Fu Qian and raised his right hand towards him.

However, the moment the spirit body's fingertips touched Fu Qian's chest, Camus suddenly froze and felt something was wrong.

On the opponent's chest, there were actually sharp spikes growing out, which penetrated directly through the clothes and came forward.

After all, he is a demigod. How could the curse spread so quickly?

Just as the shocking thought arose, an even more horrifying picture appeared in Camus's field of vision.

The body of the young demigod in front of him seemed to have lost all his bones in an instant. It was actually folded in half around the waist like paper.

At the same time, the layers of rich flesh and blood on the back of the opponent's body squirmed and tore apart, rapidly expanding.

A feeling of extreme danger came, but before Camus could make any reaction, the bent body had already formed the upper and lower jaws of a huge mouth.

The next moment, the huge mouth closed suddenly and swallowed his translucent spirit body in one gulp.

“It’s wrong to judge a book by its appearance.”

After the giant mouth swallowed Camus, its shape continued to shrink until it turned into a real mouth.

At the same time, the flesh and blood growing from the back also stretched rapidly, and the new head and limbs extended outward at the same time, quickly returning to their previous appearance.

The next moment he snorted and said to Camus's remains on the ground.

"Although I look like a physics major, we are actually men who use cognition as our power and fight with our minds."

"And the highest level of wisdom, people like you with a bad appetite will never understand it."

He snapped his fingers before speaking.

The swallowed Camus spirit body has completely dissipated in unwillingness, and this short life of 175 years has come to an end.

At the same time, Fu Qian found something extra deep in his consciousness.

…

So is that what it should be?

Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at himself.

The next moment, his newly reshaped body slowly became illusory.

This is the ability that Camus showed just now, and now he has gained it because of "insight".

This is a rather special feeling. It does not mean simply abandoning the body, but embracing it in another form.

Even as the illusion spread throughout his body, the rings and equipment he carried with him that were stuffed into his flesh and blood just now were actually accommodated in the same form.

The only pity is that clothes, as ordinary items, were not only torn during the transformation, but were also completely unable to withstand this change at this time and were completely destroyed.

Fu Qian is now completely naked.

And as the transformation was completely completed, the curse of extremely high status that was entangled in him almost stopped abruptly.

Although it has not been completely eliminated, the speed of spread has undoubtedly been greatly reduced.

It seems that this is the method Mr. Camus is planning to use.

It's really not bad, now it's our method.

In fact, in the situation just now, the old man obviously made the mistake of optimism and aggressiveness. He tended to believe that the curse of the divine blood and his own abilities would make him lose the power to resist.

But as a demigod armed to the teeth, even if he is cursed, there are still many ways to deal with this old man.

In fact, if he didn't deliberately make more observations, this person wouldn't even have the chance to activate the curse.

Later, Mr. Camus' explanation made Fu Qian quickly decide to use insight to solve the problem.

The final harvest is also quite good, and there are currently two abilities that can be confirmed.

One is the incarnated spirit body at this moment, and the other one - Fu Qian raised his head and glanced at the carnival crowd.

There is no doubt that these people are already going crazy at this moment. There was such a huge movement here, but no one even glanced at it.

The next moment he passed through the crowd, his spirit body, in a special way, overlapped with the young man who jumped on the table first, and restrained the last traces.

This is the second ability he acquired. It parasitizes the target's body in a special way and extremely covertly.

And not long after he had done all this, a dark curtain enveloped the cafe, seeming to separate it from the real world.

Time seemed to have stopped flowing, all the enthusiasm was extinguished, and the crowd fell asleep almost instantly.

The next moment, the door that Camus had never touched opened slowly, and two figures walked in one after another.

For the first time, both of them focused on the strange mass of flesh and blood on the ground.

The body abandoned by Camus, ravaged by the curse of the divine blood, was now completely out of human form, full of the flavor of chaos and depravity.

"How is this going?"

One of them, a man with a thick beard, immediately frowned and said to his companion.

"It seems to be a curse. Be careful not to touch it easily."

His companion, an old lady covered in a thick black burqa, said in a hoarse voice.

"You mean there has been a conflict here? But we haven't arrived yet?"

The bearded man was obviously a little surprised and turned his head to look around.

"Their crazy performance just now does look like Camus's work, but it seems that we are still a step late."

"Camus is a pretty cunning guy and shouldn't take anything for granted."

The old lady continued in a hoarse voice.

"Bring everything back, including these people."

"Whether or not it was really Camus who appeared here before, it is clear that there is no problem with the intelligence, and there is danger brewing in Dunis."