I have to say, celebrating the holidays is really a good thing.
Under the setting sun, Fu Qian looked around and sighed sincerely.
The reason why I say this is very simple. Although tomorrow is the official holiday, the streets are already full of men and women with strange shapes.
This makes the mask on his face not look out of place at all.
Using a deeper level of consciousness to take over, Frank naturally chose to escape when faced with a problem. At the same time, after taking off his clothes and washing his face, Fu Qian chose to release his parasitic state, put on a mask and left.
Perhaps to be on the safe side, it might be better to maintain the parasitic state for a while, but there is a big problem here, that is, the ability gained from insight is time-limited.
And I have a party tonight, a party that I need to attend as Camus.
Considering that the attendees should all be acquaintances of Camus, it would not be easy to deceive them.
So there are some things that should not be delayed.
…
Boom, boom, boom!
After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him.
Yes, in front of him was the address that Camus gave before his death.
He found this place without any delay along the way.
Admittedly, doing so is very risky, after all, I don't have a good relationship with the native parliament.
But as the saying goes, high risk is high, and at first glance, the actions of this group of people obviously overlap with their own tasks, so they don't mind taking a shot from the fire before paying.
…
"Who are you looking for?"
Within a few seconds, a vigilant voice came from inside the door.
"Camus Glida."
Before paying, I didn't mind this at all and gave my full name in a calm tone.
Anyone who sees a person wearing a mask and wrapped up so tightly that not an inch of skin is exposed comes to the door will inevitably be wary.
…
"Sorry there is no such person in there."
The other party was silent for a while before responding.
"It doesn't matter, there are them outside."
Before paying, he knocked on the mask on his face, showing no intention of taking it off.
He was not worried at all that the other party would not open the door.
There are only two possibilities for finding this place and saying Camus's name in this manner.
Either Camus himself was disguised, or the night watchman who came to arrest Camus was disguised.
Of course the former must open the door, but even if it is the latter, how dare you not open the door?
Click!
Facts proved that Fu Qian's understanding was correct. After a few seconds, the door opened from the inside, and an old man wearing glasses stood there with a solemn expression.
"Sorry, it's still early."
After looking up and down, this person said very vaguely.
"It would be great if the Night Keeper thought like you."
Fu Qian shook his head, passed him by, and found a seat to sit down.
"Can--"
The old man wanted to say something else, but Fu Qian waved his hand and asked him to swallow the rest of his words.
Fu Qian also didn't say anything anymore, just closed his eyes and leaned on the chair to rest.
"I know Camus, but he doesn't seem like you."
Soon another voice sounded, and his tone even sounded a bit gloating.
While talking, a figure walked down the stairs.
He was a man with a rather strong build. Judging from his appearance alone, he seemed to be under thirty years old, and his appearance was quite outstanding.
But at first glance, this person gave people an indescribable feeling of awkwardness. To put it simply, he was inhuman and monstrous.
Speaking of which, this person’s tone of voice sounds like he has some beef with Camus?
As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is your enemy. Considering that you may make more mistakes than you say, make a quick decision to do evil before you pay.
"If you don't speak, I can only treat you as an enemy."
Seeing Fu Qian's posture, Brother Yaoyi was obviously in a unhappy mood, and his words were full of threats.
It's a pity that the one sitting there is still indifferent.
"Camus Glida..."
Brother Yaoyi gritted his teeth, and a strange wave appeared under his skin the next moment.
At a glance, it looks like a swarm of nematodes wrapped in a layer of human skin rolling around.
"I do need a little help, but it's certainly not you."
Just as Brother Yaoyi was approaching step by step, Fu Qian took off his right glove.
No matter Brother Yaoyi or the old gentleman, their attention was instantly attracted by this move.
At a glance, the hand in front of them was actually translucent.
Various weird patterns and patterns are vaguely visible on the surface of the skin that looks somewhat unreal, pieced together like a kaleidoscope, crowded together to form the shape of a hand.
This is the ability obtained by Fu Qian's insight, which allows him to temporarily suppress the effects of the divine blood curse in this special state.
It is still useful, but the visual effects do challenge the imagination.
Um?
Brother Yaoyi stopped for a moment, staring at Fu Qian's hand with a twisted expression.
It was obvious that even he felt bad witnessing this scene.
"Okay Marco."
Before this man could say anything, another voice stopped him.
Still coming from upstairs, a middle-aged man with a long and narrow face walked down.
Compared with the demon brother called Marco, this one is dressed more formally.
Wearing a shirt and vest, a meticulous bow tie, and even a gold-encrusted cane in his hand.
After waving the old man with glasses to leave, this man walked straight to Fu Qian.
"In trouble?"
"The night watchman is more vigilant than expected."
Fu Qian let him look at his right hand, held the mask with his other hand, and took it off for a few seconds.
Camus's face is also covered with the chaotic patterns on his hands.
"Almost as soon as we arrived, we were targeted by the Night Guards, and the one who took action was an unseen demigod. We had to use this method to escape."
He said quickly.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with this operation."
"Don't worry, your condition is relatively stable for the time being. Crow Feather should be able to find a solution."
After looking at it carefully, the middle-aged man finally spoke.
Sure enough, this guy is not Crowfeather.
Fu Qian nodded calmly and put the mask back on.
The man in front of him was much stronger and more aura than Marco, and his tone of voice was very natural, making people think of him as the organizer of the operation.
Fortunately, he remembered Mr. Camus's words quite clearly - I also want to know who Crowfeather is.
The fact that the person in front of me showed up so easily should not cause such resentment.
"Wehler, is he really Camus?"
Marco on the side looked complicated.
"I feel a little different from him, especially when he took off the mask just now..."
"Does it smell like something divine?"
Weihele glanced at him and pointed to the exposed hand in front of him with an expressionless expression.
"That's because it's called the Divine Blood Curse."
"Don't worry unnecessarily. I know you don't get along, but Camus hasn't crossed the demigod level so quickly."
"But speaking of which, your mask is quite interesting."
The next moment Weiheler thought of something, stared at Fu Qian and frowned slightly.