Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1824 Red Feather
Let me look... 3-0205, here it is.

The layout of the warehouse shelves was still not so neat, but Fu Qian didn't spend too much effort to find the target he had just collected.

Since this mission felt a bit strange, he was quite curious about what this containment named April Fool's Day looked like.

I have to say that at first glance, you can feel the difference just from the packaging.

It was the same silver-white metal square box, but its size was really small, only the length of a palm.

As he reached out to open the box, the contents appeared before his eyes.

Oh?
Fu reached two fingers into the box, picked out a bright red feather, and looked at it carefully.

That’s right, the object named Wan Yu Jie is just a slightly bent red feather that is less than the length of a palm.

It is very beautiful, and feels almost weightless in the hand.

By the way, have you encountered a little more feathers recently?
Considering that we had just examined the remains of the Archangel of the Prison not long ago, it is hard not to be reminded of this.

But this is not the only association with Fu Qian - a fool's idol.

It was placed on a table not far away, and was even one of the collections occupying a core position. Not long ago, I had borrowed its shape to guide the greedy insects.

The statue was wearing a bright red feather cloak.

Although the size is much different from the one in front of him, the color and shape are exactly the same, so Fu Qian still has this confidence.

Is it related to April Fools' Day? That makes sense.

I had imagined this possibility when I heard the name before.

So the Festival of All Fools is really a fragment of power related to the former authority of this god? A conceptual anchor or something like that?

But on the other hand, judging from previous situations, the Fool seems to be very inactive, just like many ancient gods who have fallen.

Even when he borrowed His image, he did not incur any divine punishment.

At the same time, no traces of any oath were found in that mission, which means that He died more completely than those gods who were looking for tool men?
It does make sense, but there is a small problem here. How can a fragment of the power of an ancient god, which has already declined to the extreme, cause such restrictions to itself or the warehouse?
As a result, the tasks assigned to oneself require completely shielding abilities and items to complete.

If this is true, how powerful would Lord Fool be in his heyday?
Or is it that, like a certain sage called the Rainbow of Brilliance, He has additional influence and control over the operation of the warehouse?

But so far, the power from the fool does not seem to be accompanied by any special malice...

interesting.

Fu Qian was very satisfied with what he had gained from running over to take a look.

Although no clear conclusion can be drawn at present, there is no doubt that the statue on the table is worthy of greater attention.

It's a pity that its effect is really special, and the risk of seeing through it like other things is too high.

Perhaps the Night Watchmen know more?
Or perhaps it is possible to find meaningful clues in the cemetery of gods deep in the spiritual world?
Of course, the ideal situation would be if the greedy bugs could bring some related surprises after their last display.

After silently thinking about the follow-up and confirming that there were no other special marks on the feather, Fu Qian stepped aside.

The next moment, his hand was empty and the red feather reappeared in the square box.

As expected, I only have the right to view it, but I cannot take it away.

Fu Qian had no objection to the strict scope of authority granted by the warehouse. He closed the box and returned to his collection.

Looking at the statue with red feathers and four hands and a beautiful face, and confirming the consistency of the feathers, Fu Qian's face and figure also changed rapidly, replicating the shape of the Fool Idol with meticulous posture.

Even the four arms of different shapes were restored.

...No response. The warehouse looked very calm.

The new look lasted for about half a minute. After not sensing any anger from the people around him, Fu Qian snapped his fingers and quickly returned to his original appearance.

The behavior just now was definitely not idle.

One of the meanings of such an attempt is that if Mr. Fool really has any special arrangements, then the behavior just now can be regarded as taking advantage of the fact that the task has just been completed to strike while the iron is hot to remind the warehouse.

Although judging from the results, the warehouse seemed to be under control, it seemed that I was worrying too much.

But it doesn't matter, there is a second meaning. Since Mr. Fool doesn't mind, I will have to continue plagiarizing His image later. I will try my best to adjust it and make it more detailed and restored, and the effect may be better.

As for now...

Fu Qian glanced at the messenger next to him, responded to the warehouse's call to leave, and put it directly on his face.

It's time to get off work.

As the scene changes, the scene in front of us switches to Shangjing, where the sun is shining brightly and everything is flourishing.

Even on the second floor, one can feel the eagerness for knowledge of the customers passing by in the alley outside.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

……

God rewards hard work, it is really a thrilling battle in the business world.

It was dusk, and in a small street shop in Shangjing, the bookstore owner, who had worked hard all day, finally looked up, closed the book in his hand and put it aside.

"Sorry we're closed."

Looking at the nearly two dozen customers in the store, Fu Qian stretched his body ambitiously the next moment, and directly drove people away, and even used his eyes to stop any customer who dared to walk towards the counter with a book.

As the last person going out carefully closed the door, the shop officially ended its busy day.

"Have you had dinner?"

He greeted the only person who had not left the store, and Fu Qian indicated that he could sit next to him.

As expected of Su Gao, he is really dedicated to his work.

That’s right, the man in black clothes and a narrow hat, calm and composed, who directly caused the bookstore to close, was none other than Su Gao, the devil who was appointed to execute the law in times of crisis.

Although according to Chief Yuan, she had been earning bounties not far away, she arrived before it was even late at night, and one could still feel how seriously she took the new mission.

"No."

He immediately responded to the call and sat down. Facing the questions full of life in front of him, Su Gao's expression became softer and he shook his head honestly.

"Then let's eat on the way."

Unfortunately, this time Fu Qian had no intention of setting up a table to entertain him. He just stood up and indicated that he was ready to leave.

"Ah."

Su Gao obviously had no objection to this arrangement.

"Do you prefer a more spacious or quieter space?"

The next moment, Fu Qian had an extra card in his hand. He shook it and continued to confirm with her.

"……It will be all right."

"Then make it spacious and quiet."