Chapter 1071 Bronze Mystique (1)

"Huh, in the entire Lincheng, no one who I pay someone's attention can escape the palm of my hand."

In the dim room, there were bursts of sneers.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, he looked at the world with his eyes full, and what he held in his hand was a bronze human-faced helmet.

This look, coupled with the lines, really makes her look a bit chuunibyou.

It’s not that I didn’t turn on the lights on purpose to create an atmosphere. The curtains in the main living room weren’t that good at blocking out light.

If this figure holding a head is reflected by the light, and then accidentally spotted, it will probably scare a bunch of old men and women who don't sleep at night.

All in all, after establishing himself as a long-term doctor and a dedicated psychological counselor in front of his friends, he bid farewell to the young people who were full of emotions, declined the suggestion of escort, and returned home alone.

The reason for the decline is also very simple.

“My patients also come alone.”

After pointing at Ms. Sissi and saying this, the group stopped forcing her.

This is an irrefutable fact, and even if Classmate Fu is a little out of his mind, Ms. Sissi doesn't seem to be normal either.

Fuqian, who carried the box home all the way, once again confirmed that there was nothing particularly dangerous and chose to deal with it on the spot.

No wonder so many people say that art is abstract.

As a top art connoisseur, after holding the "Bronze Lady" in his hands, Fu Qian maintained a serious attitude, broke through the surface, and experienced the inner attainments of this work of art from multiple angles in a three-dimensional way.

The final conclusion was that the human structure above did come from a person, and that she was a young woman.

It's hard to say whether this is the origin of the name.

"It seems like it must be worn to be effective."

After some observation, Fu Qian said to himself.

It was almost as guessed. Although you could tell it was an extraordinary item when you held it in your hand, you couldn't hear the murmurs at that time.

The next moment he was not polite, he directly adjusted the angle and slowly put it on his head.

The taste is not as bad as expected, and the tissue seems to have undergone quite special processing after being spliced ​​together.

For the first time, Fu Qian came to the same conclusion as Ms. Sissi.

And the next time, there was a sound coming to my face, but... it was different from what I heard before.

The strange murmur seemed to be stretching itself and rearranging itself as it reverberated.

After a brief excitement, a special feeling came, and the helmet began to squirm again like a living thing, wrapping every inch of the skin on the head bit by bit.

At the same time, the sticky flesh and blood even formed an incredible barrier, and everything outside became blurry and abnormal.

It's one thing to not be able to breathe. If you were promoted to demigod, you might have completely lost your perception of the outside world by now.

Fu Qian made a silent judgment and did not try to take off his helmet. Instead, he sat up a little straighter to prevent the swollen flesh and blood slime from soiling his sofa.

After about half a minute, the expansion finally stopped, and Fu Qian could feel as if there was a fifty-pound raw beef ball on his head.

At this moment, the murmurs had turned into very rhythmic sobs.

It seems that I even thought it was complicated before.

You don't need to do anything on your own. Just putting it on will cause such a change. The sound should be just a protective mechanism.

Only when the existence of the extraordinary category is detected and the head is put in, will subsequent evolution occur, similar to resonance.

While making a judgment silently, Fu Qian focused on the cry.

"It fell down...and another one grows..."

The next moment, it was obviously the same person who was sobbing, and a somewhat absent-minded soliloquy sounded in it.

At the same time, a ray of light also appeared in the darkness.

…

What is this... a guillotine?

And just when the bright light shrouded everything in front of him and his vision recovered, Fu Qian found himself in a deserted courtyard.

And just in front of the front, on a square platform, you can see three kneeling bronze statues.

Without exception, they all had no heads, just like death row prisoners who refused to fall after being beheaded.

But if you look closely, you can find something strange about it.

On the outside of the statue, it seems that the clothes were put on later and have rotted away. The layered and complicated shapes can be vaguely discerned, and even the outline of the skirt can be seen.

This does not look like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed, but more like a group of palace ladies.

But at the same time, the exposed arms were as dry as chicken feet, and even the number of fingers was missing. This was not in line with the image of a noble lady in the general sense.

This doesn't seem to be a guillotine, but a beheading stage!

Fu Qian's eyes finally fell below the collar of one of the portraits, the sunken chest that was completely out of proportion to the clothes, and he silently came up with a guess.

These statues are probably the source of the helmet in his hand.

Yes, although the colors are indeed similar, the materials of these three statues, like the bronze ladies, are obviously strange.

And if they were all formed by living people, then the physical deformities would be understandable.

The sentence just now "it fell down... and grew another one" probably refers to the head.

For reasons that cannot be determined at the moment, their heads fell off, and then blood flowed to the tissues in various parts of the body, trying to grow another one?

Although it is not realistic, it is somewhat abstract.

Yes, Fu Qian was very sure that he was under an effect similar to a clear dream.

At this moment, my real body is still sitting on the sofa in the living room, and everything in front of me is just an illusion.

And if he wants, he can take off his helmet at any time and interrupt all this.

Of course, there's no reason to do that.

Ms. Sissi traveled thousands of miles to deliver it to herself, and successfully discovered this place that only allowed extraordinary people to enter, maybe even extraordinary people of a certain strength.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't there be some extraordinary secrets waiting for the destined person?

Of course, there may also be some fatal traps waiting for those who are destined.

With great expectations for this trip and an ever-strong curiosity, Fu Qian climbed up the stairs step by step, and finally stood on the stone platform in front of him.

Almost at the same time, a shocking scene came into view on the other side of the stone platform.

In the corridor full of palace style, there are hundreds of densely packed figures, all kneeling in one direction, facing one direction.

Although they have not met for a long time.

And at first glance, they are the same as the three here, with deformed limbs and grand attire.

It’s a familiar scene!

He sighed before paying.

When I met Su Gao and the others in the old city, the molluscs in that hall almost had a similar look.

Could it be that there is some evil god or heir on the side they are facing?

The next chapter will be around eleven o'clock