Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

How dare you speak!

Yuan Fang's tough "request" made Fu Qian admire him for a moment.

The content is really simple, but things are not simple.

"Your demigods seem to have acted once, but in terms of performance, it is difficult to give people confidence."

Fu Qian did not hide his doubts.

"I understand what you mean."

Yuan Fang naturally saw that Fu Qian was not active, so he quickly explained.

"I didn't give much advice to Ballard and their previous actions. It can only be regarded as their reactive self-protection."

"The news I provided is only that Joan and the lord are indeed dead."

"Organizing people, collecting clues, and taking actions are all their own operations."

pat!

While speaking, Yuan Fang took out a metal lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

"In fact, even if I give suggestions, they may not listen to me."

"After all, I'm not their leader, I'm just a consultant at most."

Taking a deep sip, this one closed his eyes with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"You should be able to see that I'm not even a demigod."

Why are all the riddlers I met so like a teacher?

Bernard, the bookstore owner, also smokes and drinks alcohol.

The scene in front of him made Fu Qian couldn't help thinking of an old friend who was elusive.

"My understanding of your words is that you are not prepared to participate in the next great action."

With emotion, Fu Qian made a sharp interpretation of Yuan Fang's words.

"Of course."

The latter opened his eyes upon hearing this, and admitted without hesitation.

"Compared to any of you, I am too weak, but I have a bit of fortune-telling talent."

"So you can really predict the future?"

Fu Qian was quite interested in this aspect.

"You can see a little bit, but it's messy and full of uncertainty, especially if you have outsiders."

As a magic stick, Yuan Fang is quite modest.

"Does foreigners often come here?"

"Not often, because it is equally dangerous for foreigners here, and the harvest can't be taken out yet."

"Except fire."

One more sentence before paying.

"Yes, except fire."

After taking three puffs of a cigarette, Yuan Fang dropped the butt of the cigarette and stared at Fu Qian.

"But when the fire started, it was devastating for this place."

"I thought this place was immortal? Can it be destroyed?"

Ah before paying.

"First of all, it is indeed immortal here."

Yuan Fang pointed to his head.

"By virtue of my special connection with this place, I can confirm this with absolute certainty."

"No one knows when this place originated, and no one even knows how they got here, including Ballard and the others. Everyone has been here since they had sanity."

"Secondly, the people inside are not immortal."

"It's like the clown dies so many times, each time he forgets something."

Although looking at Fu Qian, Yuan Fang seemed to be talking about another person.

"You can know again, but in essence this is an irreversible process, the same for everyone."

"Although the future of this group of people is doomed, I still hope that this process can last longer."

"I see, death doesn't even need to be so intense, they are lost all the time?"

Rubbing his chin, Fu Qian remembered the metaphor of gears.

If it is only death that makes people lose themselves step by step, then for the demigods, as long as they are careful, they are not completely desperate.

It seems that it is really like a gear, as long as it rotates, wear and tear will be carried out all the time, but it is not so obvious.

And eventually turning into shapeless iron filings is their only destiny.

"Yes, so I want to ask for your help, at least avoid the most drastic way."

Yuan Fang sighed.

It turned out to be the case.

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

The hard work was not in vain, and this Prophet Yuan revealed a lot of information, especially about the birth of fire.

From a preliminary point of view, it is very consistent with Xiu Meng's statement, and it seems that they can be mutually confirmed.

But there is a very important question in this - if the flame is born in the process of the demise of the divine creature, then what is the matter with his own mission?

After spending so much effort, Xiu Meng even killed two demigods, and even used the spell to feel distressed. How could there be a place where the flames were so big that they needed to be extinguished?

I always feel that Brother Prophet seems to have reservations about the state of this place.

"No matter how you call it, you are undoubtedly a special existence now."

Seeing that Fu Qian didn't say a word for a while, Yuan Fang continued to speak earnestly.

"If you do, you will be the savior of this world."

Savior, why is this word so déjà vu?
It's okay not to say, as soon as Yuan Fang opened his mouth, Fu Qian felt even more weird.

There seems to be too much familiar and weird information in this world.

"If you'd like to participate, I have a plan."

Yuan Fang continued.

This word has a stronger visual sense...

"tell me the story."

Resisting the desire to complain, Fu Qian was noncommittal.

"follow me."

Fu Qian's tone softened a bit, Yuan Fang was visibly excited, and motioned him to follow him to the balcony.

"see it?"

The next moment he pointed out the window.

Fu Qian followed, and as far as he could see, there was actually a quiet lake in the distance.

The wave is as flat as a mirror, and it feels especially dark and deep under the dark sky.

"I can't tell, this is still a lake view room!"

Before paying, he gave a sigh of admiration.

"It's okay... so how do you feel when you see this lake?"

Fu Qian's weird focus of observation made Yuan Fang almost forget his words.

"round."

Seeing that Yuan Fang didn't really want to discuss the location issue, Fu Qian didn't force it.

And the idea of ​​a circle is not nonsense. Although the lake outside is not big, it looks like a perfect circle.

"……anything else?"

"There's something in there."

"Very well, that's annihilation...or flame."

Seeing that Fu Qian finally got on the road, Yuan Fang was relieved.

"No one knows about this?"

This is undoubtedly big news, Fu Qian frowned slightly.

So this is what I'm looking for?
Although viewed from this angle, it was a small lake with no waves at all.

He was also relying on a sliver of intuition, and faintly felt something strange.

As a result, now that Yuan Fang said that there are many flames inside, those demigods have never noticed it?
"It's hard to explain to you. I can only say that in my divination, the fate trajectory of everyone, including Ballard, can't be related to it."

"But outsiders are not subject to this invisible constraint?"

When Yuan Fang said this, Fu Qian instantly understood.

No wonder this person is so polite, and the communication is quite sincere.

After the previous operation, I became the only one with the characteristics of a foreigner who could communicate with them.

Sure enough, investing in yourself is king.

"Yes, and what I want you to do is also very simple."

"Wake up the flames and bring that hunting party over."