Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 246 Pure Land ([-])

One is weirder than the other!
Looking at the lady talking to Kong Kong, Fu Qian shook his head, and then walked forward without hesitation.

Red hair and brown eyes, good facial features, but the traces of the years can already be seen on the face, this person should be close to middle age.

The chest of the dark dress was pulled lower, making the skin whiter and more delicate.

Even when Fu Qian stood beside her, she still didn't notice it, chatting casually with the "person in front of her".

The expression on the red-haired lady's face was so natural when she spoke, one couldn't help but wonder if there was really an invisible person there.

Not in a hurry to disturb, Fu Qian listened quietly for a while.

From the lady's words, it can be known that the person in front of her is called Knight, who lost her only son half a year ago, and has been immersed in pain all day long.

And she has been persuading the deceased that they are dead and should look forward and enjoy life.

"In fact, you look much better recently, and drinking alcohol in moderation is good for you!"

At the end, this man looked up and down the void seriously, and his tone was quite gratified.

"That's right."

At this moment, Fu Qian seized the opportunity to take a step forward, stood beside the red-haired lady, said the same to the air, and even raised his glass.

"Good wine is a cure."

After observing this strange performance, Fu Qian thought of further testing to see how these actors can "wake up" from the performance.

However, even though she joined the topic so naturally, the red-haired lady still didn't respond, she seemed completely unaware that there was another person beside her, and continued her conversation with Knight.

Surely not?
Fu Qian nodded not unexpectedly, but did not give up.

After thinking for a while, he directly picked up the wine glass and stuffed it into the red-haired lady's hand.

"Your drink is here ma'am."

……

Facing the wine glass that was suddenly stuffed into her hand, the woman showed some resistance, as if subconsciously wanting to throw it away.

At the same time, she still ignored Fu Qian's words.

However, Fu Qian would not let her go like this, and directly grabbed this person's hand from the outside very impolitely, and asked her to hold the wine glass firmly.

"Just now I was a little thirsty and took a sip, I hope you don't mind."

Let this person look at the wine glass with only residual liquid, Fu Qian continued.

……

Forced to stare at the wine glass in her hand, the red-haired lady was stunned for about ten seconds before the expression on her face finally changed, showing a trace of hatred and disgust.

Ah!
The next moment, this man suddenly opened his mouth, let out a scream, and then flung Fu Qian's hand away.

Dang!

The delicate wine glass was dropped to the smooth ground, instantly shattered to pieces.

The next moment, the crisp sound seemed to wake up everyone in the room.

The guests, who had turned a blind eye to him before, looked at him almost at the same time.

Is this "waking up"?
Fu Qian glanced at the crowd who finally responded, then looked down at his hands, recalling the experience just now.

Normally speaking, it is impossible for an ordinary person to shake off his hand.

And the reason why the red-haired lady was able to do this just now was not because of her sudden divine power, but because her own power seemed to have been weakened at that moment.

That's right, just when this man made the gesture of throwing his hand away, Fu Qian found that he seemed to have degenerated to the level of an ordinary person.

Although there is still a huge gap in power, it is no longer the gap between gods and humans before.

This strange phenomenon aroused his curiosity for a moment, and he let go of his hand.

Looking at the red-haired lady who jumped to the side, Fu Qian confirmed the current status of these "actors", which is really unusual.

"Don't worry, Ms. Grace."

At this moment, Dean Collins' voice came from the crowd.

"My people have noticed him a long time ago. This assassin sneaked into our banquet and tried to poison us."

While speaking, Collins stepped forward through the crowd and said in an extremely firm tone.

"For him, I have already prepared a gift."

After speaking, Collins picked up something directly from the side.

Fu Qian recognized it at a glance, it was a already wound crossbow.

I still don't feel awake!
Being aimed at by the flashing crossbow, Fu Qian's attention was not on it, but he was carefully observing the guests who surrounded him.

On the faces of this group of people, there is still that strange expression of holiness and filth, giving people the feeling that they are still in a drama.

Just changed the script.

Fu Qian blinked. Naturally, he couldn't believe what Collins had prepared. As for poisoning assassins, it was even more nonsense.

What this person said was more like making up a story and writing himself into it.

So I am now a prop in the drama?

Fu Qian seemed to understand his situation.

And the next moment, Collins directly pulled the trigger without the opportunity to speak before the payment.

Cold light flickered.

This kind of attack poses no threat at all to normal countermeasures.

After losing contact with Grace, his abilities had recovered instantly.

With his speed, it was a breeze to dodge this crossbow.

The next moment, blood spattered.

Fu Qian looked at the hole in his palm, blood was gurgling from it.

Yes, he did not hide.

Not carelessly, but on purpose.

After seeing the direction of the crossbow mark, Fu Qian first avoided the vital points, and then directly greeted him with his hands.

Because he was curious about what would happen after being shot.

Normally, this kind of weapon should not even be able to pierce one's own skin.

However, this time it shot directly through the palm, leaving a huge blood hole.

It's like shooting into the hands of ordinary people.

magical!

Not only that, but the vicinity of the wound seemed to be affected by special forces, and the healing speed was much slower than usual.

Seems to know how Herrom died.

Fu Qian lowered his head and muttered to himself.

The actors in this group of plays seem to have been under a kind of magical shelter, able to ignore supernatural powers.

In front of them, even someone as strong as a demigod would be injured like an ordinary person.

If Herrom was accidentally hit by a similar method without knowing it...

Then it might not be impossible for a dignified demigod to fall into the hands of a group of ordinary people.

The only pity is that he still doesn't know where his body is.

"catch him."

Looking at the injured Fu Qian, Collins snorted and led the crowd to gather around.

"Where is Herrom's body?"

The next moment, Fu Qian looked at the crowd calmly, and suddenly asked a question.

"Give up struggling, you have nowhere to go!"

As expected, Collins ignored his questions and continued to read his own trial lines.

Sure enough, things that have nothing to do with their "script" will be naturally filtered out.

I confirmed my guess before paying.

　Thank you Fenfen for your reward, thank you everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)