Getting up after being shot is one thing, but getting up after being shot in the head is another.
Not to ntion, also being able to talk.
Through the bullet hole in the door, Fu Qian could once again see Brother Tantou’s face clearly, confirming that it was indeed a bloody ss, even dotted with tiny wood splinters.
All these indeed proved a precise hit, and the gun’s power wasn’t bad.
But it’s precisely this point that made the whole situation suddenly take on a magical realism, and the person involved would soon realize it too.
"It hurts!"
Sure enough, even before there was a response, in the next mont, Brother Tantou froze there, instinctively reaching up to touch his head.
And it was this quick reaction that allowed him to feel the bloody hole on his face.
Judging by the rate of healing, it might only take the ti to say two more sentences to be preliminarily filled up.
Yes, an astonishing rapid healing ability.
"How can this be...what’s happening? I was clearly shot."
The person involved was obviously shocked, incredulously touching his face and body, even at so point he looked up at the hole, forgetting to dodge.
"Am I dreaming—"
Bang!
Unfortunately, the puzzlent was interrupted again, with another gunshot, and his left shoulder was now a bloody ss too.
"Think again, why there is a key."
Fu Qian, after committing the act, emphasized another problem this ti.
...
This is the Inner World.
When the other side of the door fell silent again, Fu Qian, in his heart, offered an answer.
Yes, such a high level of Transcendent, what else could it an?
Indeed, it’s easy to fall into inertia thinking.
The likelihood is that it wasn’t sothing he triggered that caused the change, but that the mont he entered this "Art Prison", he was already in the Inner World.
Forcing Brother Tantou to follow was not out of a sense of mischief or to maintain a thug persona.
Ti is precious; how could it be wasted on such things?
The reason for taking along the only living person he encountered in the Art Prison is simply because he’s the only living person.
If after investigating here, there’s no gain, then what?
In the absence of supporting information, Fu Qian never ignores such a possibility.
As for the answer to the question—just leave? Move on to the next place?
That seems reasonable, like cautiously dodging danger while investigating the truth.
But don’t forget the mission requirent—beat the "Old Hunter".
This is a race against ti, and from previous investigations, it’s likely that his competitor has a way to navigate the Inner World.
In this case, if he just follows Huck’s imagined procedure routinely, no matter how ticulous in between, theoretically, he is still lacking one dinsion of information.
Yes, if the competitor can obtain additional information from the Inner World while he cannot, on what basis can he be faster?
Rely on luck?
It’s not impossible, but such naive and beautiful imagination shouldn’t exist in a professional mission person.
So, on the way here, Fu Qian kept pondering one question, that in necessary situations, who can help him enter the Inner World?
There’s danger, so one must avoid it, which is sothing even a Paracium would do; this trip likely requires seizing the opportunity amid fire.
And fortunately, the mont he entered this place, he not only locked onto a suspicious site but also had a volunteer deliver himself.
All the way, forcing Brother Tantou to keep up was to apply stimulus when necessary, trying to make him switch scenes for him.
This is also why he maintained a profound and inscrutable image throughout, not asking too many detailed questions to reduce the mystery.
Don’t forget, based on previous experience, once really entering, he would still be in a normal human state, so what could he use to continue to hold control then?
Especially when the previous guess was clearly right, the gun had proven not to be much use—just within this short mont, the wound on Brother Tantou’s face was almost healed.
As for the hole in his shoulder, it didn’t heal that quickly, instead, a tiny hand, as skinny as a chicken claw, crawled out from it...
In summary, life indeed always brings surprises, and it seems there’s a high likelihood no need to make a move; he stepped into the Inner World the first ti.
"I, I don’t know... it was just in my pocket—ah!"
Regrettably, despite having acquired superpowers, the involved party still couldn’t grasp everything, his voice filled with fear and confusion.
The final scream seed to be due to discovering the tiny hand on his shoulder.
"You don’t have any pockets."
Yet even in such a pitiful state, Fu Qian didn’t let him go, instantly pointing out the loophole in his speech.
...
Not nonsense.
Perhaps for a special artistic style, or perhaps to consider playing as a gecko, Brother Tantou was wearing a rather tight outfit.
It appeared to have good elasticity, and likely wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.
But honestly, after observing, he couldn’t see anywhere to put things.
This is also why Fu Qian was so curious about the key imdiately.
It’s normal to have a rebellious heart; given his actions, even being trapped and dead below could only be called justice, so he didn’t mind Brother Tantou’s actions.
What really caught his attention was the increasingly bizarre scenes along the way, leading him to start questioning the nature of the world.
Perhaps Brother Tantou’s reaction is quite normal, but don’t forget Zhen from the previous Inner World, who also displayed normal human thinking, having no sense of being in a deeper world.
So, the sensitivity aspect still needed to rely on himself, and eventually, Brother Tantou, risking a headshot, helped him confirm a suspicion, which is that the Transcendent had always been there.
"Right... I don’t have any pockets."
At this ti, after so clarification, the involved party seed finally enlightened, mumbling while surveying himself.
And after a fruitless search, at so mont, Brother Tantou, as if having an epiphany, forcibly poked his sharp fingers into his flesh further.
Swish...
A special sound accompanied, a string of keys were pulled out from within.
A human body inventory huh? Even mastering this trick.
As a blood and flesh specialist, Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire while watching.
Only a pity that at a fleeting glance, he didn’t find any white key.
But that’s okay.
"What on earth is happening? What on earth is happening—"
The exploration of themselves had brought Brother Tantou to a state of slight madness, seemingly on the verge of tearing everything around into fragnts.
Swish!
In the midst of an ear-piercing sound, that door was indeed shredded into fragnts, although Fu Qian remained unhard.
As indeed, a mont before, he had already turned around to continue deeper.
"Think more, slowly think."
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