Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"Wonderful!"

It turns out there’s a reason why you’re in the fraternity’s leadership.

Just as Fu Qian was expecting, the old man with the yin-yang head had already spat out all the broken teeth in his mouth. The next moment, not only did he not rush up to fight back, he even clapped on the spot.

"It looks like you brought something interesting. It's worth my waiting here."

He didn't even wipe the blood off his face, and his words and gestures showed the wildness of a young man.

Even from the clarity of the words, one can tell that it is not just about getting back the spot, but there is some kind of excitement supporting it.

It's not surprising, as doing things to one's heart's content within a limited scope is the core of this performance art.

This incense hall of the brotherhood may be extremely precious, but the fact that it was ravaged and destroyed by the traitors who broke in is a rare cause and effect.

Fu Qian didn't think that all this was within the old man's expectations. After all, no one would overestimate their own neurosis index to such an extent before the actual demonstration.

But the old man's mind was obviously not completely rigid, and he still made a brilliant response.

From this aspect, the performance of Brother Thick Eyebrows, who holds the Holland Incense Burner in his mouth, is even a little lacking.

Because the incense burner hit his nose bridge, he was hit first and just now he has adjusted himself a little, tears can be vaguely seen flowing.

"Break his legs first... then we can talk about the next step..."

Of course, this miserable posture did not affect Brother Brow's domineering speech.

As he spoke, his robe was pulled open, and he pulled out a weapon that looked like a knife or a stick from his leg, and rushed over here with an even more ferocious look in his eyes.

…

"Very good, very energetic."

It’s hard to say whose response is more cause and effect, the old man or Brother Brow.

But Fu Qian was obviously very satisfied with the lively atmosphere.

Instead of doing any more boring destructive actions, he even sat down directly and commented with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Don't worry, I'll be more energetic."

At this time, Brother Nongmei was already very close. In response to this comment, he just sneered, revealing the bandit side of a gangster.

The old man with the yin-yang head did not react to this. He just stood there without changing his expression, and was completely unprepared to stop the conflict in the incense hall.

Boom——

The next moment, the weapon in Brother Brow's hand had hit Fu Qian's left knee hard.

The reason why the sound effect is special is that although the weapon has a thin blade on the edge, the overall shape is almost the same as a stick.

It was more like a blow with a blunt object than a chop, so breaking the leg is more appropriate.

But it wasn't so complete.

In a sitting position, the legs are naturally prone to being locked, but the same is true for a broken leg.

As the weapon hit, Fu Qian's hand was already waiting and grabbed it.

"That's it?"

It is natural that Brother Brow would not give up his weapon easily, and a struggle ensued.

But just like the initial comment, this person is indeed a little weak, and a pure competition of strength cannot bring too much pressure to people.

In comparison, the pressure given by Fu Qian is undoubtedly at a higher level.

It's not that this body is too strong to be human, but because of what happened before.

The real big brothers in society are always afraid of the stubborn teenagers.

Unlike everyone who stops at a certain point and gives each other face, the latter is really reckless in their actions.

Fu Qian has a proven track record in this regard.

Facing a character who had just killed someone less than an hour ago, any harsh words would seem pale and powerless.

Soon after the eye contact with Fu Qian, Brother Nongmei gave up, loosened his hand and kept his chest as far away from the sharp tip of the blade as possible.

…

Humph, you are so timid, yet you dare to come out and mess around in society.

He didn't even change his sitting posture, nor did he even look at his injured leg. Fu Qian was playing with the weapon that had changed its owner, just feeling himself through the pain coming from there.

One of the reasons for choosing this response is that other methods are no longer reliable enough.

The self-destruction caused by the punishment of the heart is not just talk.

In just a moment, the amount of energy required to maintain normal movement increased dramatically.

And while pain isn’t a nice feeling, it is a cheap and reliable way to feel yourself.

bite--

He casually picked up another incense burner and sent it flying. Fu Qian said nothing, just looked at the mess on the ground.

It turns out that there is no way to observe the changes.

Just as I mentioned earlier, when his incense burner was knocked to the ground, he felt a strong mental depression. At the same time, the original illusory image in the hall gradually disappeared from his eyes.

Up to now, nothing can be observed at all, only a chaotic smoke.

Fu Qian, who was very curious about its origin, felt deeply regretful for a moment.

There must be a reason for this thing to appear. Why does the smoke from so many incense burners converge into a pattern? Why do you feel suppressed once your own incense burner is destroyed and no longer among them?

According to the old man with the Yin-Yang head, if we walk out of this place, it seems that there will be no discomfort.

So where does this special power come from and what does it portend?

Unfortunately, not only could the strange outline no longer be seen, but the next moment even the smoke in the field of vision began to become abstract.

Fu Qian knew that his human observation ability was rapidly disappearing, and the window for operation seemed to have passed - even the window for running away.

Although the door is not far away, my legs are still not fast enough to get out.

“Very good, the time is already halfway through, and there are no more than three people who can do this so far.

"Also from the experiences they shared... remember not to fall asleep, and don't forget what light is."

At this time, the old man with the Yin-Yang head kindly sent a reminder, indicating that they only needed to persist for half the time, and even shared the experience of past predecessors.

Don't forget the light?

It is hard to say how much good intention this reminder has, but how could Fu Qian care about such a small detail? The content of the reminder instantly ran through his mind.

First of all, it seems obvious that what I am currently experiencing is not a special customized torture, but a common experience.

Some people even summarized their experiences, which were similar to their own experiences of escaping from inhuman reincarnation.

"So has any of the three of you ever completed it?"

He really accepted the suggestion, and Fu Qianbian put in the effort to imagine a ray of bright glass light in his mind and tried his best to maintain it, while asking a question.

"No, maybe you can give it a challenge."

Unfortunately, the old man's answer was pessimistic. It sounded like no one had ever been able to fully withstand this punishment - but it seemed that it was indeed worth a challenge.

The next moment, a different judgment emerged in Fu Qian's mind.

As I accepted the advice of "Light", the deepening feeling of depression was actually temporarily stagnant.

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