"Who gave you the courage to talk to Camus Glida for more than ten seconds?"
In the cafe, Camus's tone had changed drastically, and his previous fearful look was completely gone.
At the same time, the tentacles that were originally wrapped around his body had all turned into a weird state all over his eyes, losing their binding power.
Facing such an unprecedented spectacle, Fu Qian looked up and down curiously and did not react in a hurry.
"Sure enough, you are not normal."
Camus sneered when he saw this.
"Do you feel like your body is in chaos, and you feel like you are gradually losing control?"
"I'm just talking about how a normally promoted demigod could be in such a situation without even showing his mythical form."
"Although changing your appearance is nothing to a transcendent, as a senior transcendent with soul power, I can clearly sense the vitality in your consciousness."
"Actually, if you let me go just now, I wouldn't take risks in this way."
"But what's the use of guessing it? As long as I say it, you will inevitably think that way."
"Because of the difference in rank, I really couldn't do anything to you."
"When the time comes, you will be taken over as my puppet. I believe he will be interested in you."
"Aren't you very concerned about what we are doing here? He organized this operation."
"good question!"
"By the way, you know that time is running out and the Night Guard is coming soon, so why are you wasting your time here with me?"
"This is the divine blood curse. It is said that the power comes from the blood of the true god. It is one of the earliest gains of the Native Council."
As he spoke, Camus's body changed beyond recognition.
The next moment the man raised his hand, dense blood lines were crawling on his skin and spreading around.
what happened?
Before paying, he silently looked around and realized that everyone in the cafe was now in a state of selfless carnival.
"The body is actually far less reliable than the spirit. It's a pity that you idiots will never understand."
"...You don't want to know?"
"Why don't you do it yet? Hurry up."
"You're right. I actually need your awareness of this, because any psychological screening behavior you have as a result will only accelerate this process."
The next moment he withdrew his gaze and shook his head.
"What an unexpected bonus. Apart from the Council, there are actually people who can do this! I believe Crow Feather will be very interested."
"Unfortunately, the problem is that the stable state of the body is far less important to me than you are."
"I'm sorry, I don't have any obsession with dying to understand this matter, so I'm not prepared to listen to your declaration of victory. Just go ahead and do it."
How could there be such a bad guy!
Fu Qian's response obviously broke through some of Camus' cognitive limitations.
"Once you are attacked, without preparation, even a demigod cannot be immune."
After realizing what Fu Qian said, Mr. Camus looked at him in disbelief and almost choked on his saliva.
…
"Now we are both cursed at the same time, and our bodies are both in a state of semi-loss of control."
Facing this horrifying scene, he didn't seem to care.
"But in my long career as a transcendent, I have thought too many times about how to deal with a monster of pure flesh and blood power like you."
"The seeds of corrosion have been planted, and soon you won't be able to tell which thoughts are yours and which thoughts are my hints."
These weird textures intersect with each other, cutting the skin and flesh into indescribable patterns, making the body look like a collection of countless weird creations.
"Anyway, I originally planned to use your identity to hide for a while, but now it seems like an unexpected bonus."
"Who is Crowfeather?"
"In no mood."
Just by looking at it, you can feel that your flesh and blood structure is being distorted.
…
Not to mention that Camus had been targeted a long time ago, it is not surprising that such a movement attracted the night watcher.
After letting this guy fuss for a while, Fu Qian finally asked.
Faced with the provocation, Mr. Camus gritted his teeth and almost admitted it in disguise.
"Of course the best plan is the one I got from Crow Feather."
"Have you noticed that I can appear in your consciousness without speaking a word? This is just the beginning."
Looking at the silent Camus, he winked before paying attention.
While Camus was speaking, the thumb of one of his hands was already struggling hard as if it were alive, and after a few seconds it completely broke free and fell to his wrist.
For a moment, this man's eyes widened with anger, showing what could be called irrational anger, and he stared at Fu Qian as if he were facing the enemy who killed his father.
"In this case, my advantages can be used."
"This curse almost exclusively targets the flesh and blood structure, and relatively speaking, my resistance is naturally worse than yours."
While he was talking, Camus's thumb beetle had already crawled two steps, got under his skin, and started to swim away quickly.
Before paying, he even started to urge me, with a smile on his face that was asking for help.
After hearing this, Camus sneered again.
There was a hint of joy in Camus's words.
"Actually, I also want to know who he is."
"Is it...if I didn't know, your puppet plan wouldn't be able to continue?"
"A demigod who is at most dozens of years old? Or one with the least technical ability in terms of flesh and blood? You make it hard for me not to think of a character named Ariel."
"You're not stupid, but so what!"
"Believe me, the parliament's accumulated research on the power of flesh and blood exceeds your imagination."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. The night guard should be here soon. We don't have much time. Do you want to know what happened to you?"
"I just activated the spell I got from Crow Feather, and now both of us have been hit."
"Even if you think of this, do you think you can refuse?"
"If you don't have this awareness, your efficiency will be much slower."
The next moment, a normal-looking, illusory thumb shadow appeared on his incomplete palm, completing his existence in a special way.
Before paying, his face was full of logic.
Then the nail on the thumb quickly lengthened, turning it into the shape of a legless beetle.
"It's rare to be confused. I've always been an easy-going person."
"Don't worry, after I take full control, I will suppress the curse and won't let this rare puppet completely collapse."
Yeah?
Fu Qian looked at the tentacles that had spread all over his eyeballs, then looked at the high-spirited Camus, and clicked his tongue.
I can understand your mood, old man, but just try your best and self-hypnosis is not a good habit.