Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

really not bad!
For this result, Fu Qian expressed his satisfaction.

According to the characteristics of the abyss notes, this sentence disappeared quickly, indicating that the things that caused the abnormality in this place have not been taken away.

This is definitely good news, which means that I didn't make a trip in vain.

Of course, the current problem is that it is clearly here, but I can't see it, and I can't feel a trace of it.

It was hidden in incomprehensible ways.

It's amazing, but it doesn't matter, as long as it's still there.

Fu Qian pressed his hand on the black stone wall, and his fingertips walked along one of the patterns.

This place is not big, no matter how you look at it, it is an empty underground space.

The diggers found the object, but instead of taking it away, hid it here.

Not only can it not be observed, it can't even feel any spillover effects.

Why this is done is currently unclear, but this method undoubtedly involves extraordinary power.

And to be able to deceive a demigod to such an extent, the rank is probably not low.

Fu Qian walked around while thinking.

There are ways, of course.

Ding Ding!

After looking around, Fu Qian took out a transparent rattle without any hesitation.

Amidst the crisp ringtone, the eternal and clear thinking was activated, and the extraordinary retreated.

And at the next moment, Fu Qian noticed that the scene in his eyes had changed.

On the black slate under the feet, a cup appeared out of thin air in the center of a mass of twisted patterns.

The cup has a strange shape, about the size of a palm, and is shining with a golden color.

What is impressive is the patterns on it and the surroundings are very different, like countless swirls intertwined together.

With just a glimpse, the cup soon disappeared from sight again.

The rank is really high, even shorter than the special state of pregnant angels.

Fu Qian stared at the place where the cup disappeared, the finger on the mercy trigger, but finally did not press it.

Although the time was short just now, there was still a chance to make a move.

And even if the supernatural effect on the bullet doesn't work, the kinetic energy of the bullet alone is more than enough to knock over the cup.

The reason why he didn't choose to make a move was that on the one hand, he was not sure what was hidden here, and if he made a hasty move, the consequences might be difficult to deal with.

If it exists like the fog of the abyss in the corruption forest, and there is no corresponding means to restrain it, then the people of Slow Loris City may suffer.

On the other hand, the shape of the cup made Fu Qian feel a little familiar.

Closing his eyes, Fu Qian carefully recalled the outline of the cup just now.

Soon he recalled where he had seen something similar—a monastery.

On that ancient building, there are various glyph decorations everywhere, many of which are already difficult to identify.

And Fu Qian vaguely remembered that he had seen this outline on it more than once.

So it really isn't an orthodox monastery?
Fu Qian rubbed his chin. In this way, there may be a reason why Yuer chose to hide there. This person probably knows more than he imagined.

It seems that I need to take a look over there.

……

After making up his mind, he returned along the original road without any delay before paying.

It was no surprise to put the ripped floor back in place, Fu Qian discovered that the staff member was still there.

However, this person's focus is obviously not here, but looking forward very intently.

He is completely indifferent to what he did before Fu Qian.

This is enviable focus.

When leaving, Fuqian deliberately passed by this person to confirm what fascinated him so much.

In the next moment, Fuqian discovered that the person facing him was hanging an oil painting.

This... looks familiar!
Fu Qian glanced at the plump human body on the oil painting.

If I remember correctly, the staff member once introduced to himself that this painting is the treasure of the museum.

Of course, before he finished speaking, the painting was dismantled by himself.

This is at?
While thinking about it, Fu Qian found that the staff member actually started to move, groping up and down with his arms stiff.

At first glance, it is inexplicably wretched.

It should not be obsessed with obsessive body art, Fu Qian shook his head.

After all, as an ordinary person, Fu Qian didn't think that this person could see many details in the dark.

Is he fumbling with the glass?
What to realize before paying next moment.

The movement of this hand seems to be confirming whether the glass is complete.

Because what he did in the previous mission left a strong shadow on him?
I guessed a possibility before paying.

Sure enough, after a lot of abuse, these people seem to have Bernard syndrome, and it is difficult to distinguish the truth.

After sighing for a while, as the creator of the shadow, Fu Qian was very particular about not disturbing this person again, but left quickly.

……

Compared with memory, the monastery is exactly the same.

Standing in the darkness, Fu Qian looked up at the building in front of him.

Soon, he found a familiar outline among the complicated carvings.

Sure enough, the pattern of the cup was cleverly hidden inside, and it was in the center.

After confirming that his memory was correct, Fu Qian walked directly along the familiar route.

His destination is simple, that is where Yule lives under the pseudonym Nivalis.

After I sent this guy back to the west last time, I still haven't had time to clean up the spoils.

Today's monastery is more bohemian than in the past.

The monks in the perception seemed to be unavoidable, more or less affected by the nightmare, their emotions were not as stable as usual, and some even sang loudly, which was quite lively.

And walking quietly in the darkness, when he was about to approach the destination, Fu Qian suddenly noticed a familiar breath.

Why is this person here?

After realizing who it was, Fu Qian slowed down and finally stopped in front of a concealed door.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pushed it away.

In the direction of the narrow window, a familiar figure was standing there, with his back turned and looking at the boundless darkness.

The movement of Fu Qian pushing the door undoubtedly attracted her attention, and the next moment she turned around.

"Hi, Dr. Kelly."

That's right, the aura that made Fu Qian feel familiar was not the resurrection of Nivalis or Loretta, but the psychiatrist Kelly.

Under this puzzled gaze, Fu Qian smiled and greeted calmly.

"You are……"

Kelly was obviously a little unfamiliar with the face before and now, and his brows frowned even tighter for a while.

"I consulted you about some psychological problems before."

Fu Qian's expression remained unchanged, and he explained with a smile.

"Really? Sorry, it seems that I forgot. My memory is not very good recently."

After listening to Fu Qian's explanation, Kelly nodded slightly, seeming to accept his statement easily.

Not only that, but he even let out a long sigh and offered to apologize.

"I used to never forget my patients, but unfortunately...there are too many of them recently."