After only half a second of narcissism, he checked what he got from the skeleton before paying.
I don't have much time, and under the burning heat of the oil lamp, I may lose the ability to move at any time and enter a state of waiting to die.
It was a dark, round iron piece, about the size of a watch dial, and it looked very old-fashioned.
It's very thin overall, so there's little chance of hiding something inside.
Before paying, I was playing with the iron piece in my hand and suddenly thought of something.
He turned around and lifted up the skull's head again. This time he opened the chin directly and put his hand in.
When the skeleton screamed just now, it seemed like he saw something inside.
After groping twice, he picked something out with two fingers.
It was a heavy ball.
It seemed that the skeleton had it in its mouth before it died.
When the search was over, I paid one in each hand and looked at what I had found.
First was the stone taken out of the throat.
About the size of a thumb, the oval surface is covered with dark red textures, and there are dozens of spikes of different lengths in the zigzag pattern.
If it wasn't obviously a stone, I might have thought it was some kind of mutated tonsil.
As for the iron piece in the right hand, there is nothing on one side, but after wiping off the dirt on the other side, there is a strange pattern outlined with simple lines.
Apart from these two things, there seems to be nothing else useful in the room.
Can they be used to relieve the colorless state? It’s a bit of a test of imagination.
Fu Qian turned around and looked at the skeleton, imagining his state before death.
Judging from the posture, it looks like he is holding a thorn ball in his mouth and staring at the iron piece.
But what's the use?
He thought for a moment before paying, then tightened his hand holding the thorn ball, and the skin on his palm was directly punctured.
Under the illumination of the light, an almost transparent liquid flows out of the palm.
Is this supposed to be the so-called loss of color?
Thinking of his mission goal, he took a look at his body before paying.
The flesh and blood all over the body seemed to be becoming transparent little by little, and the bones under the skin could even be faintly seen.
If this continues, I will probably end up like the owner of the iron piece soon.
At the same time, the pain in his palm came, making Fu Qian's mind clear.
This thing...
Before paying, I tried scratching my arm with my fingernail.
A gash was cut through the translucent skin, but there was no feeling at all.
In the state of discoloration, the feeling should have disappeared together with the reason?
And this stone can make you feel pain and maintain a certain level of sanity?
Fu Qian let out a breath and roughly guessed the function of this thing.
It seems that the dead man was using it to refresh himself.
What about the iron piece?
Fu Qian thought for a moment and pushed the skeleton aside.
Then he sat down directly in his original position and assumed the exact same posture as he had imagined.
Hold the stone in one hand and face the patterned side of the iron piece towards yourself with the other hand, focusing all your attention on it.
Almost instantly, Fu Qian felt the patterns in his field of vision move.
At the same time, something in his body seemed to be awakened, and waves of silent howls filled his consciousness.
The feeling of life passing by slowly began to slow down.
From just now to now, he felt his own heartbeat for the first time.
I don't know how much time passed, but Fu Qian slowly opened his eyes.
The feeling of life passing by has completely stopped.
He let out a long breath and looked at the skeleton beside him.
This person seemed to know how to fight against eclipse, and even prepared a path, but unfortunately failed in the end.
[The current task has been updated]
[Trying to escape from prison]
At this time, a new task prompt appears, confirming that the previous task has been completed.
Try to escape from prison...
Before paying, he immediately thought of the jailer. When he came in to refuel, it was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity.
The problem was that not only was the jailer tall, he could even lift the lampshade with one hand. His strength was obviously not that of an ordinary person.
It would be difficult to bring him down in his current state.
So for the next time, Fu Qian was almost motionless, focusing on the iron piece the whole time.
Soon, his skin began to regain its color little by little, and he could even clearly feel the increase in strength within his body, and the dim light emitting from his body gradually diminished.
I don't know how much time passed, but along with a burst of itching, circles of thin, round scales began to grow on Fu Qian's arms.
This scene was horrifying, but I still had no intention of stopping before paying.
In any case, every time your strength increases, your probability of escaping increases.
It doesn't matter if there are some side effects.
In this way, Fu Qian stopped until his body no longer changed.
Feeling the power inside my body, I almost feel like I have been reborn.
According to previous standards, it was at least around level seven or eight.
Make a silent judgment before paying.
It is difficult to determine the time in a closed space, but it should be less than a day.
Fu Qian was quite satisfied with this efficiency. Just when he wanted to stand up, his body fell down.
what's the situation?
You clearly wanted to stand up just now, but you moved your hands instead?
Motor nerve disorder? Fu Qian thought of a skill called Chaoshen Chong.
Is it a side effect of that thing?
If this is really the case——
Fu Qian was adjusting his body while his brain was working rapidly, getting used to the new order little by little.
For example, use the command to raise your head to control the legs.
However, just when he finally got used to it, the feeling of confusion suddenly disappeared.
The sudden contrast almost made him fall again.
It comes and goes without a trace, this thing is a bit tricky.
Doesn't it come every once in a while?
I thought about it while waiting silently before paying.
Sure enough, after a while the feeling of chaos came over again.
This time he was well prepared and first tried to apply his previous experience.
However, it turns out that the effect of chaos is random, and the previous plan has failed.
What a hassle!
Fu Qian sighed while continuing to try without hesitation.
If this situation persists, you must get used to it.
Finally, after more than ten consecutive cycles, Fu Qian began to gradually adapt to the chaotic impact every once in a while, and shortened the time to resume action to less than one minute.
As long as nothing happens during the battle, there should be no problem.
Fu Qian looked at the oil lamp in the middle of the cell and saw that there was not much oil left.
The jailer should be coming in soon, and the current situation is enough to give it a try.
Before paying, he began to adjust his body silently to prepare for the action later.
…
clang!
The sound of the door opening came, and Fu Qian had already returned to the corner and sat down.
In order to avoid being exposed, he buried his face and tried to cover his exposed skin.
The jailer, who was wrapped up tightly, appeared again and floated straight in.
This person seemed completely unaware of the prisoner's condition and directly pulled up the lampshade and started adding lamp oil.
Before paying, slowly move to the blind spot of the opponent's field of vision.
Just as he was about to take action, his nerves instantly took over his body, almost causing him to fall again.
