Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 239 Pure Land ([-])

The cause of the demigod Herrom's death?

The new mission prompt made Fu Qian dazed for a while.

Just now it was called the Pure Land of No Transcendents, and then a demigod died in this place?
This style of painting changes a little faster!

Demigods are no different than others, and it is still difficult to really kill them.

To put it bluntly, even if he loses the power to resist, he will not be beaten to death by the farmer's pitchfork.

The introduction is right, this place is much more special than it looks.

Fu Qian was thinking about it while casually observing the surroundings.

It is simple and quiet, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the pedestrians are leisurely. It is indeed a good place for vacation.

However, this beautiful place has the power to bury demigods.

As for the rejection of extraordinary people, it was also the first time I heard of it.

Looking at the expression of Sergeant Harry, it is very natural, it seems to have been a tradition for many years.

What an interesting place.

Although he knew that there was danger hidden under calmness, Fu Qian still had a leisurely attitude.

People should be good at discovering the beauty in life. Anyway, at least this working environment is much better, isn't it?

In a quiet town in the evening, it is an ideal vacation to find a bookstore and sit until dark.

Just thinking of this, Fu Qian saw a black signboard in his vision.

There is actually a bookstore?

It was a small shop that looked like it had been around for some years. It was not big, and it was basically the same as the one I had in Shangjing.

It stands to reason that he should go to the hotel to stay at this moment, and then try to find a way to find out the news.

But Fu Qian was not in a hurry, and went straight to the bookstore with his suitcase.

Amidst the creaking sound, Fu Qian pushed the door open and entered.

The entire bookstore is smaller than it looks from the outside, and the overall arrangement is chaotic, with stacks of books piled up in the corner.

When he heard the door open, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair like a chicken coop raised his head and looked over with dead fish eyes.

"Sorry, we're closed!"

This man had a cigarette in his mouth, and his voice was a little muffled.

And across such a long distance, a strong smell of alcohol can be smelled.

Sure enough, he is full of poetry and calligraphy.

Fu Qian secretly praised, and directly found a chair to sit down.

"I'm not here to buy books."

"This is a bookstore, don't enter if you don't buy books."

The bookstore owner sounds like he has absolutely no desire to communicate.

"Aren't you closed, how do you buy books?"

……

The boss froze for a moment, then his eyes widened.

"Yeah, we're closed, why don't you go out?"

"I'm not a book buyer. What does closing have anything to do with me?"

"What the hell do you want to do!"

Staring at Fu Qian, the boss's lips trembled for a full minute, and finally asked frantically.

"It was originally for buying books, but since you are closed, I will reluctantly inquire about something."

"Has anyone died in town recently?"

Fu Qian stared into the teacher's eyes and asked directly.

"dead?"

The bookstore owner obviously didn't expect Fu Qian to ask this, and snorted immediately.

"This is an old place. The dead are really normal. As long as you stay at the cemetery, you can often meet them."

"Where is the cemetery?"

"Next to the hospital, I swear if you ask me where the hospital is again, I will kill you!"

Oh.

Fu Qian responded and stopped for two seconds.

"Where is the hospital?"

what! ! !
Amidst the roar, the bookstore owner began to slap a leather-bound book weighing more than two catties on his forehead.

Fu Qian shook his head, and glanced at the crooked nameplate on this man's chest.

"Just kidding, Manager Bernard."

……

"Then I've finished answering my question, can you leave?"

Bernard put down the book upon hearing this, his forehead was already red and swollen.

"can."

"Great, can I do another favor?"

"What are you busy with?"

"Can you die in the cemetery if you can?"

That's really possible.

Fu Zhan stood up with a smile, thinking to himself.

"See you soon!"

Seeing that Fu Qian really got up and left, Bernard breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed in the chair as if relieved.

After flicking the cigarette ash, he reached out and picked up the half bottle of wine beside him and took a sip, feeling indescribably comfortable.

I will do the same when I return to Shangjing.

Fu Qian looked at this scene with admiration, leisurely fascinated.

……

Really no problem.

Coming out of the bookstore, Fu Qian muttered to himself.

Although the owner of the bookstore looks extraordinary, he is still an ordinary person.

Including the books in the store, I scanned it myself, and I can confirm that there are no special items such as Death Note.

So far, nothing unusual about this town has been found.

What a mystery!
As for the hospital in this kind of place, it is really easy to find.

Fu went to look left and right, glanced at the layout casually, and roughly confirmed the direction.

Unexpectedly, when he wandered to the cemetery, it was actually as Bernard said, someone was being buried here.

And that's not the most important thing.

Standing at the entrance of the cemetery, Fu Qian could clearly feel the aura of a transcendent in the funeral crowd.

Although he has tried his best to conceal it, under the attention of a demigod, he is still like a bright light in the dark night, with nowhere to hide.

What a windfall!

Fu Qian walked forward calmly and locked on the target from afar.

this is?
But when that person turned around, Fu Qian was taken aback.

Blonde hair, tall figure, charming facial features that can't be blocked by the black veil covering half of the face.

It was the female swordsman Weier on the Ring Islands.

No wonder the breath felt a little familiar just now.

At this moment, Wei Er was wearing a decent black dress, following the funeral crowd, and she didn't see the sharpness of holding a sword at all.

Ah!
When Fu Qian was observing, the other party's group also noticed him, and the next moment Weier lost his voice in surprise, obviously not expecting to see him here.

After screaming in surprise, Weier noticed the strangeness around her, calmed down, and nodded slightly to Fu Qian.

Fu Qian greeted him naturally, and glanced at the photo on the tombstone by the way.

His beard and hair are white, his face is kind, and he looks like an old man who is dying.

There was nothing unusual about the corpse either.

If a demigod dies, the body is not as simple as rotting, and there is a high probability that it will become a serious pollutant, which cannot be blocked by a thin coffin.

……

"Mr. Fu Qian!"

Coming out of the cemetery, Fu Qian stood not far away for a while, and soon heard Weier's soft cry.

This one really caught up.

Fu Qian turned around, and the latter was pleasantly surprised and puzzled.

"I didn't expect to meet here. How did you come to such a remote place?"

"Vacation."

Fu Qian nonchalantly pointed to the suitcase under his feet.

On vacation?

Weier frowned, and seemed to be in disbelief.

However, considering the great achievements of this person before, she was very sensible and did not continue to ask.

"And you, what are you doing here?"

Fu Qian asked rhetorically, as a forbidden place for extraordinary people, there is a high probability that Wei Er's appearance here is not a vacation.

In fact, he already had an answer.

"I……"

Weier's expression faltered a little.

"I'm here to find my sister."

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