Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 452 Wasteland ([-])

Gerrard didn't speak for a while, but stared at Fu Qian sharply.

Obviously he brought someone over aggressively to find him, but the other party's reaction was too flat, which made him feel unspeakably awkward.

It's a pity that the opponent's mask completely blocked his face, so that he couldn't get any emotional feedback, and he only felt powerless.

"Come with me."

After a long time, this man finally looked away, turned and walked in front, without even asking Fu Qian to take off his mask.

It can be seen that the death of an important person in the group has put a lot of pressure on him.

Gary and the others who were following Gerald quickly stepped forward upon hearing this, and stood scattered around Fuqian, fearing that he would run away again and find no one.

In the end, under such a crowd, Fu Qian came to the base of the Siren Group again.

Compared with the last time I left, the atmosphere here is undoubtedly much more solemn at this moment.

Not only can you see fully armed Transcendents everywhere, but the review of entering the door is also extremely strict.

Gerald stepped forward without saying a word, and after showing his ID card, he motioned for the others to stay outside, and went upstairs with the money.

This time the elevator took too long to run, and when it opened silently, Fu Qian found himself outside an empty and luxurious office.

Gerald stared at Fu Qian, and after signaling the latter to go out, he stepped forward to knock on the door respectfully.

There were not many people in the empty office, except for a few pretty secretaries, there was only an old man with short blue hair standing with his hands behind his back, looking out the window.

Is this actually a unified posture of the group?

Fu Qian glanced at Jerrod next to him, and still remembered that he had the same attitude when he appeared on the stage.

"People have brought it."

Sensing Fu Qian's gaze, Gerald didn't look sideways.

"it is good."

The blue-haired brother nodded slightly, and finally turned around.

It was a middle-aged man with a rough face, not very recognizable in appearance, but a pair of gray-black eyes were deep and silent, like the deep sea.

As expected of a top consortium, there is actually a demigod sitting directly in the wasteland.

Fu Qian silently admired in his heart.

He was very sure that the old man in front of him was a proper demigod level.

As for the pie, it should be one of the speakers of the Siren Group here.

"Mr. Fu."

When Fu Qian was looking at the other party, the blue-haired demigod was also looking at him.

"Your mask is funny."

This man's eyes finally fell on his face, and he made a comment that didn't have much nutrition.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Fu Qian said modestly, and was very satisfied with this person's reaction.

He could almost be sure that the opponent didn't realize that he was a player of the same level as him.

This mask from the Witch works surprisingly well!
"Take off the mask."

However, the blue-haired brother's words made Gerald nervous for a while, and he said sharply to Fu Qian immediately.

It's a pity that Fu Qiantou didn't return and ignored him at all.

"no need."

The blue-haired brother had a tolerant attitude.

"I just have a few questions I want to confirm with Mr. Fu."

"Please say."

He gestured before paying.

"It is said that after Mr. Fu took action on the first day, he rejected the company's subsequent cooperation invitation?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask why? I hope you won't tell me it's because of fear of danger."

"I'm really not afraid, I just feel that the input-output ratio is a bit low."

"It's already three times the reward, what else do you want?"

Seeing that the blue-haired demigod glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally because of Fu Qian's words, Gerald suddenly became nervous and couldn't help but said.

"High or low depends on comparison."

Fu Qian snorted.

"It only took me 5 minutes today to harvest two weapons."

You call that robbery!
Gerald, who clearly knew what Fu Qian had done, couldn't help but yell out.

It's a pity that the next moment he met the blue-haired, demigod and emotionless gaze, and fell silent for an instant.

"During this time, has anyone in the Ji family contacted you?"

After stopping Gerrard, the blue-haired demigod asked a seemingly casual question.

"Ji Yicheng."

Fu Qian was very straightforward and directly signed up.

"Not long ago today, we chatted happily for a while."

"The other one knows about mirrors and feathers."

In the slightly flickering eyes of the demigod brother, Fu Qian added another sentence.

"Ji Yicheng..."

For a while, even this one fell into deep thought.

Although Fu Qian spoke concisely, he still understood the spirit very well.

If the situation is true, it can almost be concluded that there is an inner ghost of the Ji family in the siren group.

"Impossible! We—"

Gerald was a little too late to react, and subconsciously wanted to argue, but was interrupted mercilessly by the blue-haired demigod.

"I see, thank you for your answer."

Turning his eyes to Fu Qian, the blue-haired half-smile thanked him, and then added another sentence.

"I hope the conditions this time can satisfy you."

"Happy cooperation!"

Regarding this nonsensical sentence, Fu Qian was not surprised at all.

The meaning of the other party's words is very simple, that is, I need to participate in the exploration again.

In fact, Fu Qian had speculated on several possible developments since he learned of the death of that Tier [-] Transcendent.

Considering that his role in this incident is extremely special, it cannot be explained clearly through words at all.

So if you are a little more irritable, it is entirely possible for the Siren Group to directly issue a hunting order and kill yourself as a murderer.

There is also the current practice. When you can't confirm your innocence, press yourself into this matter again, on the one hand to observe the follow-up reaction, and on the other hand to make yourself unable to do other things.

All in all, there is no possibility of staying out of it.

That's why happy times are always short.

As for the condition that this person said, it is even simpler, it is nothing more than a death threat.

Satisfy or die, choose one yourself.

No matter what his posture is, this man in front of him is definitely not a good man or a believer.

"Pleasant to work with."

The blue-haired demigod smiled.

"I'll be there then."

After saying this, the lady turned to look out the window again, and the young blonde secretary stepped forward to see off the guests.

……

Bi Nora is even more exaggerated!
An hour later, Fu Qian looked at the endless swamp in front of him and expressed deep emotion.

Even though the important person was killed, the Siren Group still didn't seem to want to slow down the progress of the exploration. Coming out of the demigod brother's office, Gerald took him here without any delay.

And different from what you usually see, in the swamp in front of you, not only are the quagmires all over the place showing strange colors, but the air is filled with an indescribable smell.

The smell doesn't even look like corrupted plant algae, but a special bloody smell.

At first glance, this swamp looks like a huge wound in the earth.

The name Wasteland is really apt!
(End of this chapter)