Chapter 849 Ignition (twenty-one)
"arrive."
Not long after, the greedy chariot stopped suddenly.
Ballard immediately opened the car door and rushed out with a cold face.
I don’t know if you have also experienced that kind of awkwardness. This person was going at full speed along the way, and he couldn’t wait to reach the station in an instant.
"No one seems to be following me. Aren't you worried that I will run away after I get down?"
Fu Qian was no longer anxious and asked with interest.
Storth's hand was really cruel, and even now, the burning on his body shows no sign of weakening, and the pain is still there.
However, as a professional, I still make sure my smile is flawless before paying.
"Also, are you sure we have really arrived?"
Fu Qian's doubts were not without reason. The place where Balad brought him to meet the prophet was neither a legendary majestic temple nor a dark abyss.
At first glance, it turned out to be an ordinary apartment building, with an area of no more than 90 square meters.
"I trust his judgment."
Regarding the previous question, Ballard didn't seem to have much interest in communicating. After taking a deep breath, he pointed directly above and made a gesture of invitation.
"He asked you to go up by yourself, room 802."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Being such a bachelor, Fu Qian's curiosity about this prophet suddenly increased a bit.
After thanking Ballard, he got out of the car and walked into the small foyer.
It's a pity that all the clothes and money were burned, otherwise he would have liked to give him a tip or something.
…
After some strategizing, I finally met this mysterious figure!
The elevator, which was already slightly noisy, was rising rapidly, and Fu Qian sighed in his heart.
Compared to being brought back to the base by Ballard, this is undoubtedly a much better development.
I feel like this guy obviously knows more about flames.
And if it weren't for the previous series of operations, the "prophet" would not have been interested in communicating with him, let alone let others bring him directly without waiting for a report.
Akasha and the others have complicated expressions, which may have something to do with it.
The abnormality of the prophet made his nonsense words become even more bluffing.
In addition, this exchange with the hunting team was also fruitful. At least I gained a certain understanding of the essential properties of fire.
While thinking about it, the elevator door has opened and a dimly lit corridor is in front of me.
I didn't hesitate before paying and quickly found room 802.
After knocking politely, he tried to push, but the door was unlocked and opened with a sound.
…
The sofa, closet, carpet, and behind the door all looked like a pretty classic life scene, except there were no lights on.
Going further, the balcony is occupied by an elegant lounge chair.
A figure with black hair and black eyes, a big belly, is lying on it with squinted eyes, with a clothes pole pressed on his body.
This look...
For those who have come before, the impact of the scene in front of me is even more exaggerated than that of a bunch of monsters and monsters.
From the very beginning of this mission, the style of painting seemed to be off-center.
But he made peace with it as he came, turned around and closed the door, walked all the way to the sofa and sat down.
He even used all his strength to control the armor on his body to ensure that the flames would not escape and scorch the furniture.
"You're here, welcome!"
The prophet seemed quite friendly and did not ignore anyone. He sat up immediately, scratched his messy hair, and said hello to Fu Qian.
I was very sure before paying, and this person seemed to be relieved when he saw his face.
"What should I call you? Or should I just call you Prophet?"
"Don't be so polite, just call me Yuan Fang."
The latter waved his hand, his posture was unimaginably easy-going, but the name...
Yuan Fang, prophet?
There are indeed a lot of shortcomings, but after the previous experience, Fu Qian is not surprised at all.
"Okay Yuan Fang, what do you think I should be called?"
After saying hello, he asked meaningfully before paying.
"That's not important, but to keep in line with everyone else, I'll call you clown."
Yuan Fang's tone was extremely natural, but the amount of information revealed was exaggerated.
First of all, he can directly observe himself from a distance through Ballard and the others, at least he can hear what he is saying.
Secondly, he is skeptical of his rhetoric, but thinks it doesn't matter who he is.
"Anyway, I really appreciate your cooperation. I'm really looking forward to this meeting."
"I understand, so how are you sure I won't take the opportunity to escape?"
He nodded before paying, and then asked casually.
"Since you didn't leave in the bar, you wouldn't have left just now."
Worthy of being a prophet, Yuan Fang’s words are full of Zen ideas.
"Anyway, Mr. Clown, can you tell me how you feel about this place?"
There were not too many pleasantries, and Yuan Fang asked directly the next moment.
"It's chaotic, but it has its own rules of operation."
The other party was such a bachelor, so he confessed his feelings before paying.
"It seems like there is noisy everywhere, but all the chaos is lined up in a special way, like dust falling from the sky and depositing into a carpet."
"This metaphor is quite interesting."
Yuan Fang listened very carefully and finally nodded seriously.
"Your feelings are correct, there is indeed a pile of dust in here."
"Everyone?"
"Everyone, me too."
Yuan Fang's posture is very bachelor and generous.
"No matter how gorgeous or powerful you are, as long as you are sealed here and only have the fate of decay, then you are just dust."
"Let me think about it...are you implying that everyone here really has no way to escape?"
Think carefully before paying.
"Yes, the ashes may emit some brilliance when burned, but no amount of brilliance will be enough to turn you back into a tree."
Yuan Fang sighed and pointed at Fu Qian's face.
"Of course, what you have on you is not even brilliance, but the power of pure destruction."
"So that's why you breathed a sigh of relief just now? Are you worried that I really have 'fire' on me?"
A look of understanding appeared on his face before paying.
"This is just one aspect. The main reason is that I don't want you to convey wrong ideas to others."
Yuan Fang did not deny it.
"Dust also has the right to enjoy peace. False hope is a very dangerous thing."
"If the situation you mentioned is really effective, have you ever thought about what the world would be like?"
"That's true."
"Of course the most important thing this time is to ask you for a favor."
Looking at Fu Qian, Yuan Fang's tone was very serious.
"Why do you need my help? You should have a lot of people."
I was a little curious for a while before paying.
"You are different from them. I cannot observe your fate, and what I want to do this time requires a little uncertainty."
"Tell me what to do specifically."
The other party was so sincere and didn't beat around the bush before paying.
"It's very simple. Help eliminate those foreigners."
This chapter has been completed!