The arrangement of the warehouse shelves was still not so neat, but I still didn't spend much effort before I found the target I just contained.
Since this mission felt a bit weird, he was a little curious about what this contained object named Wan Yujie looked like.
I have to say that at first glance, you can feel the difference just from the packaging.
It's the same silver-white metal square box, but the size is a bit smaller, only about the length of a palm.
As he reached out to open the box, the contents were revealed.
oh?
Fu put his first two fingers into the box, picked out a bright red feather, and looked at it carefully.
That's right, the containment object named Wan Yujie is just a slightly curved red feather that is less than a palm long.
It's pretty, it's almost weightless in your hand.
By the way, have you encountered a little too many feathers recently?
Considering that the remains of the prison archangel were inspected not long ago, it can be said that it is difficult not to arouse people's thoughts.
But that's not the only association before paying - the idol of fools.
It is placed on the table not far away, and it is even one of the collections that occupies the core position. Not long ago, I borrowed his shape to guide the greedy insects.
What the statue is wearing is a bright red feather cloak.
Although the size is far from the one in front of me, the color and shape are the same, so I feel confident before paying for it.
Does it have anything to do with fools? It’s an April Fool’s Day, but it’s quite reasonable.
I had imagined this possibility when I heard this name before.
So the festival of All April's Day is really a fragment of power related to the power of this god? A conceptual anchor or something like that?
But on the one hand, judging from the previous situation, Fool, like many ancient gods who have fallen, is very inactive.
Even if I borrowed His image, I would not be punished by God.
At the same time, no traces similar to the oath were found in that mission, indicating that He died more completely than the gods who were looking for tools?
It's quite reasonable, but there is a small problem here. The fragment of an ancient god's power that has declined to the extreme can actually cause such restrictions to himself or the warehouse?
So much so that the tasks assigned to you require complete shielding of abilities and items to solve.
If this is the case, how powerful was Mr. Fool in his heyday?
Or is it that he is like a certain sage, the Rainbow of Change, and has additional influence and control over the operation of the warehouse?
But so far, the power from the Fool doesn’t seem to be accompanied by any special malice...
interesting.
Fu Qian was deeply satisfied with what he had learned after running over to take a look at it.
Although no clear conclusion can be drawn at present, there is no doubt that the statue on the table is worth paying more attention to.
What's a pity is that its effect is a bit special, and the risk of looking into it like other things is too high.
Maybe the Night Keeper can know more?
Or maybe it is possible to find meaningful clues in the cemetery of gods deep in the spiritual world?
Of course, the most ideal thing would be to see what kind of surprises the greedy insects can bring after their last display.
Silently thinking about what to do next, after confirming that there were no other special marks on the feathers, Fu Qian took a step aside.
The next moment there was nothing in his hand, and the red feather reappeared in the square box.
As expected, you only have the right to view it, and you cannot take it away.
I had no objection to the strict scope of authority given by the warehouse, so I closed the box before paying and returned to my collection.
Looking at the statue with red feathers and four hands and a beautiful face, he once again confirmed that the feathers had the same look and feel. At the same time, Fu Qian's face and body shape also changed rapidly, replicating the shape of the Fool's idol with meticulous gestures.
Even the four arms of different shapes are restored.
…
There was no response, and the warehouse seemed very calm.
The new look lasted for about half a minute, and after I didn't feel any anger from the surroundings, I snapped my fingers before paying and quickly returned to my original appearance.
What I did just now was anything but idle.
One of the meanings of such an attempt is that if Mr. Fool really has any special arrangements, then the behavior just now can be regarded as a reminder to the warehouse by striking while the iron is hot by completing the task.
Although judging from the results, the warehouse seemed to be under control, I seemed to be worrying too much.
But it doesn’t matter. There is another meaning. Since Mr. Fool doesn’t mind, I will inevitably continue to plagiarize his image in the future. Try to adjust it and reproduce it more accurately, the effect may be better.
As for now...
Fu Qian glanced at the messenger next to him, responded to the warehouse's call to leave, and put it on his face directly.
It's time to get off work.
As the scene changed, the scene in front of me switched to a sunny one with everything competing in Beijing.
Even on the second floor, you can feel the curiosity of the customers passing by in the alley outside.
…
God rewards those who work hard, it’s really a hearty battle in the business world.
It was already dark, and in a small street shop in Shangjing, the bookstore owner who had worked hard all day finally raised his head, closed the book in his hand and put it aside.
"Sorry it's closed."
Looking at the nearly double-digit number of customers in the store, Fu Qian stretched out his ambition in the next moment and chased people away. At the same time, he even used his eyes to stop any customers who dared to walk towards the counter with books in hand.
As the last person out carefully closed the door, the shop officially ended its busy day.
"Have you had dinner?"
Then he greeted the only figure in the store who was not leaving, and Fu Qian indicated that he could sit next to him.
As expected of classmate Su Gao, he is indeed dedicated.
That's right, in black clothes and a narrow hat, he is calm and composed. This person who directly caused the bookstore to close is none other than Su Gao, the executioner of hell who was ordered to do so in the face of danger.
Although according to Chief Yuan, she had been earning bounties not too far away before, she arrived directly before it was even late at night, and she could still feel the seriousness with which she took her new task.
"No."
He immediately responded to the call and sat down. Facing the lively questions in front of him, Su Gao's expression became a little softer and he shook his head honestly.
"Then let's eat on the way."
Unfortunately, this time, there was no intention of setting up a table to entertain the guests before paying, so he stood up and signaled his departure.
"Um."
Su Gao obviously had no objection to this arrangement.
“Would you rather be more spacious or quieter?”
The next moment before paying, there was an extra card in his hand. He shook it and continued to confirm it.