Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1986 Mathematical Bliss (Part )

I still didn't catch up after all.

Although the process was just speculation and even the result was expected, Fu Qian still felt deeply regretful that he was unable to meet the sage with whom he had long been in spiritual contact.

Of course, this regret only exists in logical thinking, and there are no resources to be allocated to emotions.

When I first encountered the White Head Temple, facing the giant finger ball that was about to explode, the scene that I had once sighed about had truly appeared in my mind.

His head was filled with yellow turbidity, a gallery of ecstasy where pleasure could be found from the first level to the hundredth level… At this moment, Fu Qian was sure that the level of pleasure multiplying in his head was less than three digits, but he was also sure that it was almost the same.

Compared with the superiors I met before, Lord Stomach Bag was very clear about what he loved and hated. After recognizing me in the church just now, he attacked me very harshly.

If it weren't for the fact that I had to essentially abide by the rules of this realm, and the influence exerted on me was ultimately only spiritual, I wouldn't know what I would have transformed into.

As a result of this style of behavior, after another contact with him, Fu Qian was still inclined to maintain his previous view - although his power level was high, Lord Stomach's brain was not very good.

So even though it looks strange, it is a breath of fresh air among the many superiors I have come into contact with.

……

Of course, clear water can also drown people, and the current situation is proof of this.

Fu Qian knew clearly that he didn't have much time left to act with free will.

But it doesn’t matter. Don’t forget that this clear stream was invited by yourself.

As for Mr. Stomach's attitude towards this paradise, it seems to be quite ambiguous.

Combined with His style of not beating around the bush, we can already draw three relatively certain conclusions:

First of all, Paradise is not His territory, otherwise He wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to deal with Him.

Secondly, He is trying to turn Paradise into His territory, and the churches He has seen are proof of the erosion of power.

In the end, His power was somewhat close to that of Elysium.

Because when I was praying for "bliss" in the second heaven, I was actually simulating layers of joy in my mind, and as a result, I really resonated with "bliss".

With these three points in place, theoretically, the current situation of oneself who has been actively polluted is better than before.

There is an ancient being who has been lurking behind the scenes, and has even stopped acting in the front.

If he wanted to break the void again, he wouldn't have to think about the dangers involved.

Once the will is completely corrupted and turned into a puppet of the stomach, there is a high probability that it will turn into a minion and be used to erode the Land of Bliss.

In a sense, it can be considered as a system, and whether actively or passively, this power can be used to fight against the ancients.

Even after the mission is finally accomplished and this paradise is completely transformed into a realm of joy, maybe I can complete the task smoothly.

"...Do you believe that I didn't kill them?"

Amidst his optimistic imagination, the words just now finally aroused Brother Confession's emotions. His smile turned into surprise and he looked straight over.

……

It's worthy of being the stone chosen by the gravekeeper. It must be quite difficult to enlighten it.

Seeing Brother Repentant suddenly perked up, Fu Qian naturally understood that it was because he mentioned that he probably didn't commit murder.

Although he intended to quit the brotherhood, the idea of ​​karma and reincarnation had obviously been deeply rooted in his mind. No wonder the body in the coffin had undergone such a degree of change.

"of course."

Therefore, Fu Qian did not waste time repeating what he had just said in the carriage, but just nodded naturally.

"But...why?"

The confessor brother, who couldn't hide his excitement, obviously wanted him to say more.

"Because they all essentially died because of me."

There was no skimping on Fuqian either.

"But...why?"

It’s just that the content is so shocking that Brother Confession’s reaction is like copy and paste.

"Good question, why is this..." With a light sigh, Fu Qian shook the golden melon in his hand left and right, his eyes looking at his nose and his nose looking at his heart, floating out of the world.

Considering the horrific scenes around him, he indeed looks more like a murderer than the other one.

"What do you want to do...are you going to kill me too?"

Brother Confession stood up immediately at that moment and quickly kept his distance.

Although there was a lack of evidence, he was clearly inclined to accept Fu Qian's statement, and even became further concerned about his own safety.

"Well... you never know."

Feeling his shaky sanity, Fu Qian gave a frightening answer and even stepped forward step by step.

"Stop, don't come over here."

The locked-in Brother Confession stumbled and retreated desperately.

Unfortunately, his warning in a low voice obviously had no meaning to the murderer in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian caught up and swung his hammer without hesitation.

when--

It was too crisp, but it was not the sound of hitting the flesh.

Looking at the smashed incense burner in front of him, Fu Qian didn't hesitate and struck again with a hammer.

Still missing the target, facing the threat to his life, Brother Confession dodged this yet another attack with amazing agility.

But he didn't dodge.

Fu Qian did not continue to chase, but looked down.

A bloody hole appeared on the abdomen. Although the location was a little off, it naturally reminded people of the umbilical cord of the third heaven.

As for the weapon that caused the blood hole, Fu Qian looked at Brother Confession who was once again distanced himself from him.

The latter had a familiar-looking weapon in his right hand.

It was as long as a forearm, and looked like a knife or a stick. It was exactly the one that Nongmei, who was lying on the ground, was carrying.

Now it has apparently fulfilled the wish of its original owner, and has really left itself with a heavy blow.

"Aren't you surprised?"

While everyone was lamenting the impermanence of life, Brother Repentance reacted very calmly to the sudden change, and his voice even calmed down.

"Not strange...what's your name?"

He shook his head before paying.

……

Of course, he didn't hit it off purposely, the golden melon was targeting Brother Confession's head.

The latter should have suffered the same fate as the Masked Lady, but her attack was disrupted.

As for what caused the interference?

Similar cases have been seen more than once.

Are you still reluctant to leave? Mr. Ancient.

"You've never bothered to ask other people's names before, should I feel honored?

"How did you know it was me and not that sniveling guy?"

Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have no interest in introducing himself.

While talking, he fiddled with the weapon in his hand. "Brother Confession" even took the initiative to close the distance and pay attention to the most critical issue.

"Not sure, I was just trying it out."

There seemed to be an additional turbulence in the joy in his mind, making it difficult to move, but Fu Qian still held the golden melon with both hands and stood firmly in front of him.

"If you kill me, it's not you. If you can't kill me, it's you."