Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1853 Seedling Bed (Part )

He actually came to grant amnesty to the world.

Fu Qian naturally would not do anything boring. Even when he gave a cold warning, another silent presence stood behind him, also helping to remove the restraints.

Theoretically speaking, the role he was playing at the moment was a character that was not only blind but also had very limited perception.

It's normal to be wary when someone is behind you and tinkering with it, so the blunt warning is completely understandable.

As for the exclamation mentioned earlier that “there are really two”, it is actually not surprising either.

Just like the things on his body, the material of this cell was obviously somewhat special.

Perhaps someone outside could hear their conversation, but in the absence of sensory aids and given the rarity of double rooms, it's possible that someone is schizophrenic and talking to himself.

Speaking of this, I have to say that the identity arrangement of the warehouse seems to be becoming more and more perfunctory.

Fu Qian was quite sure that he was starting the mission completely in his true identity this time, with no signs of an alias or anything like that, except that he had changed into a set of baggy clothes.

Not only did he have no identity, he was not even given a single room, and was forced to share a cell with others.

Including judging from the reaction of his cellmate during the conversation just now, he didn't even have much of a trace of his own origins in his consciousness, and he began to become suspicious as soon as he recalled it.

"You can stand up now. This thing on your head will be a little troublesome."

While I was sighing, a reminder came from behind, a calm and capable female voice.

"All right."

Even a bit humble.

Just a moment after he finished speaking, the pain in his neck intensified, and then his head suddenly felt clear, and the tightly fitting metal shape was cut in two and released.

……

Even one point faster than the opponent.

"Thank you."

While saying thank you, Fu Qian did not rush to look back. Instead, he blinked and looked at the roommate who had been chatting for a long time in his sight.

From this angle, the shape of the helmet and armor becomes even more special.

Bright silver, round and heavy, and too bulky to be suitable for combat.
With the grey prison uniform, one can easily imagine that he looks like an otaku with a poorly managed body when he sits down in it.

In addition, the thorns made of the same material on the neck form a strange contrast, giving it a somewhat evil feeling.

However, the feeling only lasted for a short time. The next moment, these things fell to the ground one after another. With a heavy sound, the fat house had grown into an uncle.

The cellmate who had passed on a lot of life experience to him turned out to be exactly like his voice, a middle-aged man in his forties with slightly thinning hair on top of his head.

It’s a pity that my eyes suddenly had to be used again, and I wasn’t used to it yet, so the light of wisdom in them was not particularly concentrated.

"you……"

Even so, he still couldn't wait to confirm the identities of his rescuers.

And it’s not hard to confirm.

The guy standing behind him was almost a head taller than him and had a much better figure.

Although you can still see that he is just a little younger.

Fu Qian didn't recognize this face, but the clothes on the other person were very recognizable.

Gray, plump, and looks strong.

It was obvious that these were not the jailers coming to take someone out for some fresh air, but rather prisoners who were also trapped here.

"What happened?"

After all, he was an old hand, and although the man had a cold face and did not respond, the cellmate still reacted instantly and became nervous.

"It's quite troublesome, but you seem to be lucky."

The latter finally spoke at this moment, but he only glanced at him while speaking, and his eyes turned over here.

"You...how could you..." Noticing this action, the cellmate finally remembered the suspicious person he had just talked about. He turned his head abruptly and was even more stunned the next moment.

"Why not?"

With a low and hoarse laugh, when Fu Qian spoke again, his voice was already full of a different kind of old age.

"If I use this voice, how can I listen to so many teachings?"

……

When traveling in the world, what matters is making a name for yourself.

So he remained true to his name and surname, and just while chatting just now, Fu Qian had already molded himself into the appearance of Mr. Lu.

At this moment, even the voice has been corrected.

Whether it was the mission introduction or the information provided by the cellmate, it clearly stated that this was the territory controlled by the Siren.

The one who deals with this kind of top-level group should naturally be my top-level organization.

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No matter what happened in the mysterious underwater prison, this time the mastermind behind my Rebirth Club must be revealed.

So that the heroes of the world will not be as ignorant as these people before us.

"Okay, let's chat at another time. You may not be so free now."

The next moment, the voice from behind sounded again. It was the cold reminder from the lady who helped Fu Qian escape.

It can be seen that without introducing themselves, the three people did not have much association with Mr. Lu's distinctive appearance.

"What happened?"

There is no doubt that his attention was attracted by this sentence. The cellmate no longer cared about what happened just now, and his eyes wandered between the two visitors.

"This is……"

The next moment he noticed something strange, and reached out his hand in disbelief and touched the wall on one side.

Thick white frost was condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye in every corner of the room.

And it was obvious that the source was in the direction of the door.

With the entry of the two people just now, it seemed as if a moving polar cold had been brought in.

This is not the point.

"Why can't I feel cold?"

While talking to himself, the cellmate subconsciously looked at himself, but he hesitated before taking his hand back.

"Yes, you have a problem."

Unfortunately, his sense of luck was ruthlessly shattered the next moment.

The one who freed him simply pulled up his right sleeve and helped him face reality.

However, on that still strong arm, spider-web-like dark red texture was rapidly appearing, and it was even moving slightly with the breathing.

"Scarlet Fever."

At this time, the lady behind Fu Qian continued.

"I don't know why or who did it, but the curse has now spread throughout the prison. It looks like you are relatively lucky, as you were affected a little later."

As he spoke, an arm stretched out, as if he had also pulled up one sleeve.

In comparison, it is indeed much brighter than the two of them.

Fu Qian performed the same action almost at the same time, compared several arms, and nodded to confirm the other party's conclusion.

"Okay, time to go out. There are people waiting for us outside."

The next moment the rescuers were already giving warnings.