Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 212 The Erosion Worm ([-])

[Identity verification completed, work starts today]

【Warning, leakage accident】

After easily intimidating a group of people, Fu Qian, who managed to get a good night's sleep, entered the warehouse early the next morning.

And the latter's operation is as stable as ever.

[Name: Pest, Code: 1-077]

[Today's work content has been updated: enter the containment scene of 1-077 and complete containment again]

[Current san value is 177, current inspiration is 51]

[Entering the containment scene of 1-077]

【……1%…5%…15%…45%…75%…95%…100%，收容场景加载完成】

【Pests hide in flesh and blood, which is filthy blasphemy and a different kind of blessing.

Of course, fools don't think so.

In fact, even the lucky ones who are chosen don't think so.

But it doesn't matter, he will soon find that in the deepest darkness, only embracing the filth can bring a glimmer of life. 】

Didn't allow yourself to configure skills?
After the task introduction was over, and the screen in front of him flowed, Fu Qian immediately realized the abnormality.

There is no option to configure skill weapons?

He had an ominous feeling.

He vaguely remembered that the last time a similar situation happened, he was thrown into the dungeon unarmed.

It shouldn't be that exaggerated this time.

At this moment, the perception recovered, Fu Qian looked ahead, and couldn't help but ask questions in his head the next moment.

This time, he really didn't throw himself into a dark dungeon, but it felt weirder than that style of painting - there was actually a blackboard directly in front of him.

Is this... an antisymmetric matrix?
Fu Qian looked at the blackboard motionlessly and recognized the content on it.

It's not that he's interested in linear algebra, as long as he can only do "seeing" now.

At this moment, Fu Qian could clearly feel his whole body stiff, except for the movement of his eyes, he had no sensation in other positions.

At the same time, he also confirmed that all the skills and equipment have failed, and even the ring on his hand is gone.

Obviously this is again a restricted task.

The problem is that although this kind of thing has happened before, such as in the mission of meeting the beautiful girl in the universe.

But even if it was the curse of eclipse, it wasn't to the point where he couldn't even move his hands and feet.

Is this going to make me stare at the monster to death?

Moreover, the painting style of this scene is not quite right, it is not the same as the school of fighting and killing, this looks like a real school.

[The task has been updated, hide your abnormality]

While his thoughts were spinning, a reminder finally sounded in his ears.

this task?
"Are you okay before Fuqian? Why is your face so yellow?"

At this time, someone was talking next to him, but unfortunately, in his current state, he couldn't even turn his head.

Is this coming?
Thinking of his mission, Fu Qian tried to open his mouth to say that it was all right, but found that not only did no sound come out, but the next moment his body even tilted to the side.

With a bang, Fu Qian's field of vision turned ninety degrees, causing exclamations.

But in this way, he saw the person who asked the question just now.

The man looked to be in his twenties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looked refined, and was looking over nervously.

According to Fu Qian's experience, there is a high probability that this person is a counselor or something.

At the same time, there was a circle of young faces around, including men and women, many of whom still looked childish.

No matter how you look at it, it is a normal university evening self-study!

Fu Qian secretly judged in his heart.

It is not surprising that many universities have self-study in the first two years.

And just now he had noticed that it was dark outside at the moment, which happened to be right.

"What's going on, do you want to send him to the school hospital?"

Looking at the man with glasses approaching, Fu Qian remembered the task introduction just now.

According to normal understanding, there is a high probability that there is a bug in my body at this moment, which is also the reason why my body is not in control.

If they were taken to the school hospital to take a film... Well, they probably don't have the equipment, and even according to experience, the anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers may come back as soon as they are prescribed.

But it's better not to take the risk.

Thinking of this, Fu Qian blinked first to prove that he hadn't hung up yet, and then concentrated all his strength on sensing the existence of his body.

Fortunately, with the passage of time, Fu Qian gradually realized the place other than the head.

Seeing the girl next to her get out of the way, the counselor walked over to help her.

Fu Qian tried to move his arms, planning to sit up first.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, he found that he still hadn't succeeded - his arm didn't move, but his neck twisted twice.

It's strange, it's my arms that I'm obviously moving - no!
As the body was straightened, Fu Qian suddenly realized the problem.

I can indeed feel the existence of the hand, but not the one on the table.

It feels like my hand is inside a sticky and greasy mass.

"Uh... I'm fine!"

The next moment, Fu Qian realized that he had regained the ability to speak, and slowly opened his mouth.

"Really? But your face is really scary yellow!"

The counselor pressed Fu Qian's shoulder and told him to sit beside him.

"Anti-cold..."

Difficult response before paying.

"What?"

The counselor was clearly puzzled.

"Anti-cold...wax applied!"

……

Not only the counselors, Fu Qian's answer can be said to make half of the classroom instantly cold.

"It's fine..."

The counselor didn't know what expression to make, but it shouldn't be a big problem to be able to joke, and it's more or less relieved.

"Pay attention, go back to rest early if you are not feeling well, don't hold on."

After carefully exhorting, the counselor told others to help take care of him, and finally withdrew.

Seeing that the crisis was over, Fu Qian was slightly relieved.

Because he hadn't regained control of his body, he could only lean against the wall, posing as a thinker, looking at the people next to him awkwardly for a while.

After posing for a while, Fu Qian moved his arms again, stretching forward with all his strength.

This time, he finally had a reaction—his right hand slapped out, almost hitting someone.

At the same time, Fu Qian felt that a special link was being built, and the next moment he supported his right hand, he finally supported the body that was about to fall.

The girl next to her was startled and jumped to the side.

"Mosquito!"

Without waiting for this person to speak, Fu Qian said directly.

You just mentioned the anti-cold wax...

The girl didn't say a word, but she looked over with a very unfriendly look.

It's a pity that Fu Qian didn't pay attention to her at all, but focused all his attention on himself.

For the next period of time, Fu Qian tried his best to stretch his body.

A series of special sensations came, and the control of the body was restored bit by bit.

When he was basically able to move freely, Fu Qian stretched out his hands and shook them.

So - he stared straight at his hand, recalled the feeling just now, and thought of a possibility.

"The vermin is myself?"

(End of this chapter)