Chapter 455 Wasteland (Seventeen)
What kind of trouble is this posture of achieving great enlightenment and becoming a Buddha immediately!
Facing the huge transformation of Sybil in front of him, Fu Qian couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Combined with his feelings just now, he was almost convinced that this person was not just a simple mood swing, but that something really happened.
It seems that it is really not the reason for my special physique. The strange transformation just now is treated equally.
What is the opportunity for transformation? Looking in the mirror?
Maybe it shouldn't be small. First of all, I did have that special feeling after seeing the image in the mirror.
And when she starts taking action, Sybil will have such a reminder, and the probability that she has looked in the mirror is obviously very high.
But if that's the case, what about everyone else?
Before paying, he glanced at Elena next to him.
Because of the grouping arrangement in front of Sybil, this look is very natural and will not feel abrupt at all.
At first, I just thought that this person's breath was quiet, but now I think about it, I'm afraid it's not that simple.
Besides that, everyone else is very quiet, so is this a group of saints now?
At this time, Sybil had finished explaining the precautions and was already calmly assigning the areas that needed to be investigated to several teams.
The group that Fu Qian belongs to is responsible for the first passage on the right.
As for his teammates, in addition to Elena, there is also a middle-aged man wearing a black coat and deerskin gloves. At first glance, he seems to be quite strong.
It should be for this reason, before they acted in pairs.
Sybil has arranged a hang-up position for herself.
The space was still quiet. After simple eye contact, several groups of teams began to take action.
And from beginning to end, no one seemed to realize the huge contrast between Sibyl before and after.
The so-called feeling of being on a pirate ship is nothing more than this.
Complaints are complaints, Fu Qian didn’t say anything more, and simply followed Elena and the others into the passage.
This passage is narrower than the one you came in from, and the angle is a little slanted, but from the surrounding decorations and patterns, you can see that they are obviously unified.
The two teammates were completely surrounded by aura, with fearless postures. The weak light did not affect their steps at all, and no one greeted them.
Fu Qian showed no sign of disappointment and followed leisurely at the end, looking around while minding his own business.
At the same time, the strange behavior of the entire team naturally reminded him of what happened when he first entered this mission.
Everyone who entered the ruins on the first day ended their lives in their own way.
Including yourself.
So now that I think about it, could the reason for self-understanding be related to this special emotional state?
After all, where I live, I don't find anything like feathers at all.
At this point, Ji Yicheng's judgment may have been wrong.
While thinking, the trio had already traveled a short distance along the passage. At this time, the ground became flat again, and a door with the same shape as outside blocked the way.
Judging from its tightly closed state, no one should have explored this place before.
Brother Da Yi, who was walking at the front, touched it carefully through his gloves. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he added a little more force.
However, the door seemed very heavy and still had no response.
This man naturally turned his attention to Fu Qian with a smile on his face.
"I need your help."
If you add "child" to this priest-like expression and tone, it will become even more classic.
Fu Qian looked at Brother Dayi who seemed to be shining, and sighed in his heart, but did not refuse.
Stepping forward, with the combined efforts of the two of them, the closed door was finally slowly pushed open.
The huge sound is particularly harsh in this silent underground.
"Thank you, what should I call you?"
Brother Dayi looked as if he didn't realize it. After retracting his hand, he looked at Fu Qianwen naturally.
In fact, it's not just him. This kind of harsh noise has almost directly brought unpleasant effects to people.
But at this moment, Fu Qian felt nothing but a breeze, completely unable to leave a trace on his peaceful heart.
"Just call me Mr. Fu."
In this unprecedented peace, Fu Qian responded in a very easy-going manner.
"OK."
Brother Dayi was smiling and seemed to have no intention of introducing himself.
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 next to her, seemed to think of something and looked up again.
Fu Qian's reaction to this person was not surprising. In Sir William's Death Game, he had also answered her and Cross in the same way.
In fact, he 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 behind Brother Dayi.
…
What design is this?
Behind the door was a rectangular hall, which was not beyond Fu Qian's expectation.
But unlike the hall where the mirror is located, there are rows and rows of square columns here.
And just when Fu Qian was wondering about the function of these pillars, something strange happened.
Bright white lights lit up at the tops of the pillars at the same time, and the entire hall instantly seemed like daylight.
So these are actually lampposts? This design is unheard of!
Before paying, he carefully looked at the scene in front of him.
The light at the top of the pillar is full of warmth and warmth, like miniature suns.
And under their light, I felt as if all the discomfort and darkness had been driven away.
Like a saint favored by the gods, the light shines brightly in his consciousness without any haze.
"This is……"
At this time, Elena also followed in, and she was stunned on the spot for a while.
The next moment, she tremblingly stretched out a hand forward, as if accepting the blessing of light.
As for Brother Da Yi standing at the front? Well, he stretched out both hands.
With their faces intoxicated, the two people maintained their posture and walked silently towards the direction of the pillar.
Boom!
In this pilgrimage-like scene, an absolutely inappropriate voice sounded.
When the fire was shining, Fu Qian raised his hand and fired.
After doing such an act that could be called blasphemy, he retracted his arm with a calm expression and blew on the muzzle of the gun.
But it seems easy, but actually the process of taking out a gun is not easy.
The beautiful holiness brought by the bright light is almost turning into reality, constantly melting away the idea of taking action.
Fortunately, we have done countless things like blasphemy.
And Fu Qian's shot was aimed at the nearest pillar.
Of course, the accuracy of the revolver was limited. At such a long distance, he didn't expect to really hit the target. All he wanted to see was the reaction.
And with the sound of the gunshot, the miniature sun on the pillar actually flew up at the next moment, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.
The next update will be tomorrow morning
This chapter has been completed!