Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 455 Wasteland (Seventeen)

What kind of trouble is going to happen with this attitude of being completely enlightened and instantly becoming a Buddha!
Facing the huge change in Sibyl before him, Fu Qian couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Combined with his feelings just now, he was almost convinced that this person was not simply having emotional ups and downs, but something really happened.

It seems that it is not because of my special physique, the strange transformation just now is treated equally.

But what is the opportunity for transformation?Looking in the mirror?

Maybe it should be not small. First of all, I did see the special feeling after seeing the image in the mirror just now.

And when she started to act, Sybil would have such a reminder, and the probability that she had looked in the mirror was obviously extremely high.

But if that's the case, what about everyone else?

Fu Qian glanced at Elena next to her.

Because of the group arrangement in front of Sybil, this glance is very natural, and it will not make people feel abrupt at all.

At first, I just felt that this person's breath was quiet, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Besides, other people are also very quiet, so is this a group of saints now?

At this time, Sybil finished explaining the precautions, and was already calmly assigning areas to be investigated by several teams.

The group that Fu Qian was in was in charge of the first passage on the right.

As for his teammate, besides Elena, there was also a middle-aged man wearing a black overcoat and buckskin gloves. At first glance, his strength was quite impressive.

This should also be the reason, before they acted in groups of two.

Sybil has arranged a hang-up seat for herself.

The space was still quiet, and after simple eye contact, several teams started to move one after another.

And from the beginning to the end, no one seems to realize the huge contrast between Sybil before and after.

The so-called feeling of being on a pirate ship is nothing more than that.

Tucao return to Tucao, Fu Qian didn't say anything else, he simply followed behind Elena and walked into the passage.

This passage is narrower than the one that came in, and the angle is slightly inclined, but from the decorations and patterns around it, it can be seen that it is obviously unified.

The two teammates are completely haloed, with a fearless posture, the faint light does not affect their footsteps at all, and no one greets them.

Fu Qian didn't feel disappointed about this, and followed leisurely at the end, looking around on his own.

At the same time, the strange behavior of the entire team also reminded him of what happened when he first entered this mission.

All the people who entered the ruins on the first day ended up in their own ways.

including yourself.

So now that I think about it, the reason for self-knowledge is related to this special emotional state?
After all, where I lived, I didn't find anything like feathers at all.

On this point, Ji Yicheng may have made some mistakes in his judgment.

While thinking about it, the trio had already traveled a long distance along the passage, when the ground became flat again, and a door with the same shape as the outside blocked the way.

Judging from the closed state, no one should have explored here before.

Brother Dayi, who was walking in the front, touched it carefully through the glove, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he added a little more strength.

However, the door seemed to be very heavy, and there was still no response from the door.

This man naturally turned his gaze to Fu Qian with a smile on his face.

"I need your help."

This priestly expression and tone, if you add a "child", it will be even more classic.

Fu Qian looked at Brother Dayi who seemed to be wearing light, sighed in his heart, and did not refuse.

Stepping forward, with the joint efforts of the two, the closed door was finally slowly pushed open.

The loud sound is especially harsh in this silent underground.

"Thank you, what should I call you?"

Brother Dayi seemed unaware, and looked at Fu Qian and asked naturally after withdrawing his hand.

In fact, it wasn't just him, this harsh noise had almost directly brought people an unpleasant effect.

But at this moment, Fu Qian's feeling was just a ray of breeze, completely unable to leave a trace in his peaceful heart.

"Just call me Mr. Fu."

In this unprecedented peace, Fu Qian responded very accommodatingly.

"Ok."

Brother Dayi was smiling and seemed to have no intention of introducing himself at all.

This harmonious and friendly scene, like a gathering of church members, is really out of tune with this dark underground ruins.

However, following Fu Qian's answer, Elena, who had been silent beside her, looked up again as if thinking of something.

Fu Qian's reaction to this is not surprising. In Sir William's death game, he answered her and Cross in the same way.

In fact, he had said that on purpose.

Facts have proved that even with such doubts, Elena still has an ethereal and holy face.

The effect is powerful!

Fu Qian ignored her and walked into the open door directly after Brother Dayi.

……

What design is this?
Behind the door is a rectangular hall, which is not beyond Fu Qian's expectation.

But unlike the hall where the mirror is located, there are more rows of square columns here.

And just when Fu Qian was wondering about the function of these pillars, something happened.

A series of bright white lights lit up on the top of the pillar at the same time, and the whole hall instantly seemed like daytime.

So these are actually lampposts?This design is unheard of!

Fu Qian carefully looked at the scene in front of him.

The light at the top of the column is full of warmth and warmth, like miniature suns.

And under the shroud of their light, Fu Qian felt that all the discomfort and darkness had been completely dispelled.

Like a saint who has been sympathized by the gods, there is a bright light shining in his consciousness, and there is no trace of haze.

"This is……"

At this moment, Elena also followed in, and she froze in place for a while.

The next moment, she stretched out a hand tremblingly, as if accepting the blessing of light.

As for Brother Coat standing at the front?Uh, what he stretched out were two hands.

While the two faces were intoxicated, the two kept their postures and walked towards the pillar silently.

Bah!
In this pilgrimage-like scene, an inappropriate voice sounded.

While the flames were shining, Fu Qian directly raised his hand and fired.

After doing such profane actions, he calmly withdrew his arms and blew at the muzzle of the gun.

But it seems easy, in fact, the process of drawing a gun is not easy.

The beauty and holiness brought by that kind of light is almost turning into substance, and the idea of ​​making a move is constantly melting away.

Fortunately, we don't know how many things like blasphemy have been done.

And Fu Qian's shot was aimed at the nearest pillar.

Of course, the precision of the revolver is limited. With such a long distance, he doesn't expect to hit the target, all he wants to see is the reaction.

And with this gunshot, the next moment the miniature sun on the pillar actually flew up, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

　The next update will be tomorrow morning

　　
　
(End of this chapter)