Chapter 475: Chapter 475 Wasteland Section (37)_1 Chapter 475: Chapter 475 Wasteland Section (37)_1 Has it beco this unstable already?
At the center of the surrounding circle, Tieer, having witnessed three people turn instantly into “skewered candy,” found himself deeply shocked, his thoughts in disarray.
Are the entangling roots beneath the surface essentially this kind of thing?
Are the rumors true that the entire marsh is a special Transcendent creature that’s even gradually coming to life?
It just attacked deliberately, but why didn’t it target ?
“What a coincidence, Old Master!”
With a head full of question marks and doubts about life itself, Tieer heard a sudden voice from up ahead.
Tieer looked up sharply to see an individual wearing a mask who had appeared there without him noticing.
“Mr. Fu…”
He asked with so disbelief.
“Hello there!”
Fu Qian responded and looked around.
“One against three, Old Master is still full of vigor!”
“That wasn’t …”
Seeing Fu Qian mistaking him for the killer of the three people in front of them, Tieer instinctively tried to explain.
However, he imdiately stiffened, whipped around, and looked again at Fu Qian.
“Was it you who did that just now?”
Could that scene have had sothing to do with this mysterious young man? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence!
“What thing?”
Unfortunately, there was no fluctuation in Fu Qian’s tone, and his expression was inscrutable.
“…Nothing.”
Tieer hesitated for a mont but ultimately chose to drop it.
Let alone the astonishing nature of that event, it seed far beyond human capabilities.
Even if it really was the doing of this person before him, it would an that he had been saved.
As soone with clarity of thought, if the other party was unwilling to admit it, there was no need to make the situation awkward by questioning him.
“So, how co you’re here, Old Master?”
As Tieer’s thoughts raced, Fu Qian asked him with a tone of curiosity.
“There should be an underground ruin up ahead… I’ve been searching all the way here, but strangely, the Siren faction seems to have withdrawn.”
Tieer pointed in the distance with so hesitation.
“That’s true, I’ve been inside.”
Fu Qian confird his guess.
“So you too want to go in and explore?”
Indeed, this person had so skills, to find this place so quickly, a feat worthy of soone who had been in the wasteland for many years.
“Surviving till now, one of my big advantages is knowing my limits.”
However, Tieer decisively shook his head.
“Though I’m indeed curious about what’s inside, it’s not sothing I can pry into.”
“My appearance here is partly to satisfy my curiosity, and at the sa ti… perhaps to stop so youngsters from eting their end.”
So that’s what it was!
Old Master Tieer braved coming here to dissuade stray lambs?
One must admit, Fu Qian was sowhat surprised by the truth.
It does make sense, given the current situation, why there’s a group in the wasteland organized by him.
“People who see themselves as the Child of Destiny are always in abundance.”
Fu Qian shook his head, gazing towards the ruins and casually agreeing.
“Given the information you provided earlier, with the underground ruins involving a conflict between the Siren and Ji Family, most in the wasteland should have heard about it by now, so there are fewer people coming here than expected.”
“And what brings Mr. Fu here?”
Given that Fu Qian was more approachable than expected, Tieer naturally didn’t mind continuing the conversation, also prepared for the possibility of not getting an answer.
“Going to their death.”
The response from Fu Qian was concise and to the point.
After that, he didn’t even look back, but just crossed the ss on the ground and entered the passage that seed like a massive throat.
…
Having chatted with Old Master Tieer for a while, he suddenly felt the situation was perilous!
Going down the way, Fu Qian muttered to himself as he passed through the corridor, confirming that there wasn’t a soul in sight.
After passing through the gateway, he quickly found himself back in the Mirror Hall he had previously visited.
The ancient stone architecture, the rcury-like mirrors, and the gradually decaying feathers were all exactly as he had left them.
As for what was different, the ceiling of the hall now featured a white silken thread hanging down, with a huge cocoon at its end.
The cocoon was long and spindle-shaped, and even seed to twist unconsciously.
At a glance, Fu Qian couldn’t help but think of a certain kind of bug known as the “hanged ghost.”
Indeed, a change had occurred!
Faced with this cocoon that seed to be harboring sothing, Fu Qian did not rush to break it open but observed it carefully.
“You do have a lot of patience, don’t you!”
About half a minute later, a muffled chuckle sounded.
At the sa ti, the huge cocoon in mid-air struggled, tearing open a slit from the inside.
A gigantic head then poked through the gap.
Then ca the bloated torso, the swollen arms like a corpse’s, until the whole person fell to the ground.
Although his appearance was completely altered, Fu Qian imdiately recognized the voice and tone—it was Ji Yicheng.
Padded and wrapped, ready for battle.
At this mont, Ji Yicheng was not only inflated like a balloon, but his otaku style was significantly different, especially the wings on his back.
Now, not a single feather could be seen on those wings; their surface was covered in fine skin, smooth and sinister.
But the transformation was not just superficial; one could clearly sense that his lifeform had undergone a fundantal change.
At this mont, a pervasive “holy” aura enveloped him.
Even similar to Sir William’s final appearance, he too was clad in a layer of bizarrely-shaped armor.
Mythical Form, sothing like the Sin Seekers?
Fu Qian had a hunch.
“The Angel is reborn in a miracle, and we et again.”
“I never thought that maintaining this state would be so effortless; I must say it feels absolutely wonderful!”
While speaking, his wings beat, and he actually managed to lift his bloated body slowly into the air.
“Although I had a premonition that my bloodline powers were becoming an impedint, I still do not wish to give up on them so soon.”
“I must also thank you for helping make up my mind, leading onto the right path.”
I’ve heard this kind of talk far too many tis.
Fu Qian sighed.
These people who speak of gratitude, if even one of them actually took action, I’d be wealthy beyond asure.
While grumbling to himself, Fu Qian’s eyes remained fixed on his own reflection in the mirror.
The sa bizarre shapes and disordered patches persisted.
The mont he stepped into the ruin, that peculiar sensation returned.
According to Ji Yicheng, this was a transformation due to the peeling away of the corrupt shadows.
For him, this was by no ans good news.
Affecting the mind was one thing, but more importantly, it posed the threat of losing his Sanity.
Fu Qian then looked at the reflection of Ji Yicheng beside him.
Indeed, as Ji Yicheng claid, his bloated figure appeared far from that hallucinatory image, appearing extrely pure and clear instead.
Was this the image he saw the first ti he looked into the mirror?
Why was he able to see such an image?
A question naturally arose in Fu Qian’s mind.
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