Chapter 212 The Worm of Erosion (1)
[Identity verification completed, today’s work begins]
[Warning, leakage accident]
Fu Qian, who easily shocked a group of people and managed to get a good night's sleep, entered the warehouse early the next morning.
The operation of the latter is as stable as ever.
[Name: Pest, Code: 1-077]
[Today’s work content has been updated: Enter the containment scene of 1-077 and complete the re-containment]
[The current san value is 177, the current inspiration is 51]
[Entering 1-077 containment scene]
[…1%…5%…15%…45%…75%…95%…100%, the containment scene is loaded]
[Pests hidden in flesh and blood are both filthy and blasphemous, and also a different kind of blessing.
Of course, fools don't think so.
In fact, even the lucky ones who are chosen don't think so.
But it doesn’t matter, he will soon discover that in the deepest darkness, only embracing filth can bring a glimmer of hope.]
Didn't you let yourself configure skills?
After the mission introduction was over, the scene in front of him was flowing, and Fu Qian immediately realized something was wrong.
There is no option to configure skill weapons?
He had an ominous premonition.
I vaguely remember that a similar situation happened last time, and I was thrown into the dungeon unarmed.
It shouldn't be so exaggerated this time.
At this time, his senses were restored and he looked forward. The next moment, he couldn't help but have a question mark in his head.
This time, I did not throw myself into a dark dungeon, but it felt weirder than that painting style - there was actually a blackboard right in front of me.
Is this... an antisymmetric matrix?
Fu Qian looked at the blackboard motionless and recognized the content on it.
It’s not that he is very interested in linear algebra, as long as he can only do the action of “looking” now.
At this moment, Fu Qian could clearly feel that his whole body was stiff, and except for the movement of his eyes, he had no sensation in other parts of his body.
At the same time, he also confirmed that all skills and equipment had expired, and even the ring on his hand was missing.
Obviously this is another restricted task.
The problem is that this kind of thing has happened before, such as in the mission where I met the beautiful girl from the universe.
But even the curse of eclipse is not to the point where I can't move my hands and feet.
Are you preparing to stare the monster to death?
Moreover, the style of this scene is not quite right. It is different from the school where you fight and kill people. This looks like a real school.
[The task has been updated, hide your anomalies]
While his thoughts were racing, a reminder finally sounded in his ears.
This mission?
"Are you okay before paying? Why is your face so yellow?"
At this time, someone was talking next to him, but unfortunately, in his current state, he couldn't even turn his head.
Is this coming?
Thinking of his mission, Fu Qian tried to open his mouth to say it was okay, but found that not only did no sound come out, but the next moment his body even tilted to the side.
Amidst the banging sound, Fu Qian's field of vision turned ninety degrees, arousing exclamations of surprise.
But in this way, I saw the person who just asked.
The man looked to be in his twenties, wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, looked polite, and was looking over nervously.
According to my previous experience, this person is most likely a counselor or something.
At the same time, there was also a circle of young faces looking around, including men and women, many of whom still looked childish.
No matter how you look at it, it’s just a normal evening self-study in college!
Before paying, I made a secret judgment in my mind.
It’s not surprising that many universities have self-study in the first two years.
And just now he had noticed that it was dark outside at the moment, which was just right.
"What's going on? Do you want to send me to the school hospital?"
Looking at the man with glasses approaching, Fu Qian remembered the mission introduction just now.
According to normal understanding, there is a high probability that there is a bug in your body at this moment, which is also the reason why your body is not in control.
If you were taken to the school hospital to take a X-ray...well, they most likely don't have the equipment, and based on experience, they might even give you anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers as soon as they are prescribed.
But it's best not to take any chances.
Thinking of this, Fu Qian blinked first to prove that he was still alive, and then concentrated on sensing the existence of his body.
Fortunately, as time goes by, Fu Qian is gradually able to appreciate places other than his head.
Seeing the girl next to me move out of the way, the counselor walked through to help me.
Before paying, he tried to move his arms, intending to sit up first.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, he found that he still failed - his arms did not move, but his neck twisted twice.
Strange, I obviously moved my arms—no!
As his body was straightened, Fu Qian suddenly realized the problem.
I can indeed feel the presence of my hand, but it is not the one placed on the table.
It felt as if my hand was inside a sticky and greasy mass.
"Uh...I'm fine!"
The next moment, Fu Qian noticed that he had regained the ability to speak, and slowly spoke.
"Really? But your face is really frighteningly yellow!"
The counselor pressed Fu Qian's shoulders and asked him to sit next to him.
"Prevent the cold..."
Difficult response before payment.
"What?"
The counselor was obviously puzzled.
"Wax to protect against cold..."
…
Not only the counselor, Fu Qian’s answer can be said to have brought half the classroom to a standstill.
"As long as it's okay..."
The counselor didn't know what expression to make, but it shouldn't be a big problem if he could still joke, which made him feel relieved.
"Pay attention. If you feel uncomfortable, go back and rest early. Don't hold on."
After careful warnings, the counselor asked other people to help look after him, and finally withdrew.
Seeing that the crisis was over, I breathed a small sigh of relief.
Because he had not yet regained control of his body, he could only lean against the wall, assuming a thinker's posture, which made the people next to him look awkward for a while.
After posing for a while, Fu Qian moved his arms again, stretching forward with all his strength.
This time, he finally reacted - he slapped his right hand out, almost hitting someone.
At the same time, Fu Qian felt a special link being constructed, and the next moment he stretched out his right hand, finally holding his body that almost fell.
The girl next to me was startled and jumped to the side.
"mosquito!"
Without waiting for this person to speak, Fu Qian said directly.
You just mentioned the wax applied to prevent cold...
The girl didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes was very unkind.
It's a pity that Fu Qian didn't pay attention to her at all, but focused all his attention on himself.
In the next period of time, Fu Qian tried his best to stretch his body.
Special feelings came one after another, and the control of the body was restored little by little.
When he was basically able to move freely, he stretched out his hands and shook them.
So - he stared straight at his hands, recalling his feelings just now, and thought of a possibility.
"The pest is myself?"
This chapter has been completed!