Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2092 Things change and people change

Is it a bit too aggressive?

Even in a game, normally one should have some time to react and smell the breath of a living person first, right?

Fu Qian certainly knew what was attacking him, that kind of hair-thin plant crawling everywhere - maybe even hair.

One of the classic features of "The Crucible" is that there are no real plants at all.

The ecological environment inside is completely composed of various abstract conceptual organisms.

For example, fingers with fingers, centipede skulls that can be gnawed one by one, and blood tofu which is the nutritious essence.

In short, any living thing that dies in this place will soon be decomposed, gathered, and even reborn according to similar concepts. It is truly a melting pot of life.

And now, it seems that these new conceptual lives are even more unfriendly to this outsider than before.

click -

Fortunately, I am the same.

At a certain moment, he stopped suddenly and kicked forward, hitting a ball the size of a water tank.

Like a tumbleweed, the thing passed through the fog and emerged from a building that was as crowded as during the Spring Festival travel rush.

Even the interior is densely packed and crisscrossed.

But if you look more closely, you can see that those grass-stalk-like structures are too white and neat.

It turned out to be a bunch of curved ribs, connected together according to a special pattern.

When it hit me just now, its rapid rotation made the edges as sharp as a saw, and even its ribs opened directly to embrace me, intending to make people fully feel what a collective embrace is.

It's a pity that despite such enthusiasm, I was cruelly rejected in the end.

A kick from the peak of the fourth level directly kicked away enough to create more than twenty Eves.

The deflated ball was kicked back the way it came.

pop, pop, pop—

And it wasn't even over yet. Almost as soon as he retracted his foot, Fu Qian raised his right hand and snapped the five fingers of his right hand, which landed on five bald heads in turn, creating a clear rhythm.

As mentioned before, these things are very aggressive, and they even learned to attack from the front and back, so much so that a skull centipede quietly appeared from behind.

Unfortunately, the five silky brains collapsed, causing it to fall into deep thought on the spot.

……

Hmm...it looks more and more familiar.

Although the area is not small, the memory of professionals is equally good.

After all, he had fought several times in there before. After just a short walk, Fu Qian found a familiar route and even confirmed the location of old man Feng Yunhong.

Of course, this process inevitably caused some impact on local residents.

Taking into account the action theme of revisiting an old place, Fu Qian did not adopt the strategy of high-speed attack or following a train, but walked along at a leisurely pace.

The end result was a trail of broken limbs and arms scattered all over the place.

Today these things seem a little crazy, and their desire to attack is exaggeratedly strong.

Of course, it is not entirely without benefits. For example, it further enriches the biological illustrations here and broadens people's horizons.

In addition, it also effectively helps to demonstrate the noble spirit of not fearing danger even in dangerous situations.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian took the last step forward, stood with his hands behind his back, looking down from above.

However, I saw that the crowded building finally had a gap under my feet, and it sank all the way to form a deep pit.

That’s right, we have arrived at the center of the furnace.

In the center of the deep pit is the blood pool where Mr. Feng designed his pose.

What a pity, as mentioned before, things have changed and the heroic figure standing with the spear in hand is no longer seen - ding!

A crisp collision sounded beside him, and Fu Qian, who was staring at him, threw out a slap, which collided with an attack from behind. Similar situations had happened countless times on the way here, but the special thing about this time was that the collision sound was too crisp to be organic.

when!

Another sound was heard, and this time Fu Qian even grabbed the incoming weapon directly.

That’s right, it really is Mr. Feng’s halberd.

……

As expected, without even a word of saying it, something interesting appeared in an instant.

It’s a pity that in the end, the saying that things and people have changed was once again confirmed.

The attacker was obviously unwilling to give up his weapon, and while paying close attention, he finally turned around.

He is slightly plump, has an average appearance and slightly sparse hair.

Of course it wasn’t Mr. Feng, but the voice, appearance and smile of this much younger man also seemed somewhat familiar.

Let me think about it—Zhao Ran?

Looking at the vigilant face, Fu Qian searched his memory and finally remembered a name.

That’s right, it was the killer brother I met by chance once.

Liu Shuang, a member of the team at that time, was actually always being stared at by a pair of malicious eyes.

Even the person in front of him had taken the initiative to show up and put pressure on him in order to lure the tiger away from the mountain, forcing him to send a signal to lure Li Weixuan away.

However, the reason why I know this person's name is not because the other party was frank with me during the communication, but because it was mentioned in the warehouse summary.

Of course, those were the experiences during the first mission, which ended with the killer brother losing his kidney.

Later, I even used his corpse to test the properties of this place. In short, it can't be called a grudge.

In the true history of the mission's completion, he never even met this person from beginning to end.

One consequence of that was that Brother Killer was unable to take advantage of Liu Shuang's help and most likely stayed in this place.

The current situation can be said to prove this point.

At the same time, it also proved once again that Mr. Feng’s qualifications were really mediocre.

I still remember that when the killer brother fought against me who was at level six, he did not have a clear advantage.

As a result, according to the results of the vision radar, he should be a level stronger than Mr. Feng back then.

It turns out that if you want to practice real kung fu, you must be able to endure loneliness.

Back then, I almost dealt with all the stubborn souls. That is to say, unlike Grandpa Feng, Brother Killer probably doesn't even have anyone to talk to.

"You are?"

The next moment, the person involved proved this implicitly, holding the halberd tightly in both hands and speaking in a somewhat dry voice.

In addition, as the murderous intent gradually faded, the killer Zhao Ran stared at Fu Qian's face, but his brows furrowed.

"and who are you?"

Fu Qian certainly understood the source of this misunderstanding. Just because he had not seen the other person did not mean that the other person had not seen him.

Based on the situation during the first mission, the killer brother had most likely been following the team closely, so it was not surprising that he recognized his face.

"I haven't seen you."

But this did not prevent Fu Qian from telling the truth.

Hush

However, the other party did not respond to the question.

Faced with the question in front of him, the killer brother even loosened one hand, made a gesture of silence, and looked around vigilantly.

"Be quiet, they are watching us."