Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 245 Pure Land ([-])

Facing the sudden abnormality, Fu Qian did not rush to move.

It is true that there is a void in perception, but the void itself is also a goal.

If nothing else, the location of Mr. Guzman can also be identified.

Fu Qian didn't have to wait too long. After about 15 minutes, the void started to move like a bubble.

Soon, Fu Qian saw Guzman coming out.

Compared with the daytime, he is not a patient at all.

With a white shirt and black tuxedo, this jazz came out in full swing, with his back straight.

It's amazing!

Fu Qianqian looked at Guzman, who was only a few tens of meters away from him.

He was clearly standing not far away, but there was nothing in his perception.

At present, at least it can be determined that the abnormality in the hospital was caused by him.

And judging from this person's appearance, he should be attending some kind of banquet.

It's normal to socialize, but isn't it a bit late?
At this time, Guzman got into the car with the help of his servant.

Witnessing this scene, Fu Qian finally stood up and followed silently.

……

Not long after, Guzman's car stopped in front of a courtyard, and there were already people waiting at the door.

After Guzman got out of the car, he didn't let anyone accompany him, but walked inside by himself.

Fu Qian looked up at the building in front of him, and it was obvious that the people who lived here belonged to the upper-class crowd of Bayeruk, just like Guzman.

This made him naturally think of the "old men" Bernard said, and he was even more curious about this mysterious banquet for a while.

The guard at the door was useless to him, and he had no trouble getting inside.

At this time, Guzman had already crossed the courtyard and entered the banquet hall.

Fu Qian also kept walking, following behind quietly.

After entering the banquet hall, Fu Qian immediately found a hidden corner and began to observe the scene inside.

It's not some weird and bloody underground gathering, everyone looks normal.

The number of people is not large, it can only be regarded as a small party, and it is obvious that they all welcome Guzman's arrival.

From the movement and breathing, it can be easily judged that this group of people are all ordinary people.

There are men and women, all dressed up and polite.

The common feature is that they are all quite old, and even the only waiter is a bald old man.

However, such a group of people, just standing there, are like black holes, eroding their own perceptions to be riddled with holes.

Are they all the same as Guzman?
Fu Qian was amazed for a while.

Like most receptions, the guests are in small groups, drinking and chatting, nothing special.

But after observing for a while, Fu Qian found something was wrong.

These people feel a little fake to themselves - not that the people are fake, but their actions.

First of all, banquets should normally have a host, but Fuqian didn't see any similar characters exist.

Secondly, every move of these people, even in the Q&A room, inexplicably feels like they are performing a stage play, which is so unreal.

Of course, this kind of situation is not uncommon in social situations, but it is a bit abnormal for everyone to be in this state.

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly had an idea.

The next moment, his facial features changed rapidly, and quickly distorted into the appearance of old man Lu Ming.

At the same time, he touched his head with his hand, and his hair also rotted into gray in an instant.

That's right, he was going to step up and have a close contact with these "actors".

And considering the integration into the group, it is best to pinch an older look.

So in order to save imagination, Fu Qian simply chose the deceased old man Lu Yuan.

Except that there is no hair left, if it is 100% restored, the eyebrows should also be removed.

But considering the look and feel, Fu Qian only turned his eyebrows gray in the end.

After doing all this, Fu Qian stepped forward slowly and blended into the edge of the crowd.

It stands to reason that if these people are sane, they should easily recognize themselves as a stranger.

Surprisingly, however, the banquet was not affected in any way.

Not only did no one notice Fu Qian's uninvited guest, what's more exaggerated, a group of people didn't even look at him.

It was as if Fu Qian didn't exist here at all.

What a group of dedicated "actors"!

Fu Qian nodded secretly, walking through the crowd as a transparent person.

Upon close observation, it can be found that everyone looks normal, but their expressions are a little strange, giving people a feeling of both holiness and filth, and the smile on the corner of their mouths also looks a little weird.

And under the overlapping of people, the holes in his perception were connected together, making him feel a feeling of being in a void.

Soon, Fu Qian walked to Guzman's side.

The Sir was chatting softly with a slightly fat old man, calling him Dean Collins in his words.

The director of the small town hospital?

Isn't Guzman his patient?
Fu Qianqian took a closer look and found that Dean Collins should be slightly younger than Guzman, with a slightly fat body and a bow tie.

He had the same strange expression on his face, but his voice was louder, and he was talking to Sir Guzman about his collection of famous wines.

After glancing at the empty cup and the waiter walking not far away, Fu Qian had an idea.

He took a step forward, silently removed the wine glass from the latter's plate, emptied it and put it back again, then stepped back and watched the changes.

The waiter didn't respond the whole time.

The next moment, he walked to Collins. The latter glanced down, and without any abnormality, he reached out and took down the empty glass.

Seemingly unaware that the new glass was also empty, Collins picked up the glass, took a sip naturally, and continued chatting with Guzman.

It's really "acting", everyone is.

This weird scene made Fu Qian confirm his judgment even more.

It is not yet certain whether it is related to that kind of emptiness, but it is obvious that the state of this group of people is definitely not normal.

This seemingly ordinary reception is actually closer to a well-coordinated performance.

This is in line with my purpose of looking for abnormalities, and going to the hospital is really a good idea.

Fu Qian expressed his satisfaction with his discovery.

Instead of continuing to harass the two actors, Fu looked around and considered how to test further.

And the next moment, he found that there was only one lonely person on the spacious balcony.

It was a well-dressed lady standing lazily by the balcony, as if she had come out to take a breath.

This in itself is nothing strange, but Fu Qian noticed that she didn't look out, but looked at her side, talking to herself with a smile, as if there was another person there.

Could it be that there was supposed to be someone here?

An idea popped up in Fu Qian's mind.

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