Chapter 1388 Disaster Invasion (1)

Autistic device...

Fu Qian's actions undoubtedly attracted Wen Li's attention.

Naturally, she was deeply impressed by this prop, which had a unique shape and could give people a prison-like aesthetic.

But just for a moment, her attention was attracted by something else.

"Mr. Fu, your hands..."

Looking up suddenly, Wen Li locked his eyes on Fu Qian's left arm.

…

Very relaxing, worthy of being in a dream state.

Facing the confused Wen Li, Fu Qian commented in his mind.

Perhaps it was due to the thoughts of Wen Li, the master of the dream, that the moment he appeared, he realized that he was actually wearing a windbreaker.

Pure black, generous in style and well-tailored, it is a bit more refined than the action clothes Miss Wen prepared at her own request.

But even so, the abnormality in his left arm was still obvious.

Wenli's powers of observation were pretty good, and he would have noticed it at first glance under normal circumstances, not to mention that his left hand had not even been changed into a wide-sleeved robe at his request.

However, when I was dreaming now, my mind was obviously much more relaxed.

"It's a small injury and it's not convenient to move for the time being."

The next moment, he sat calmly before paying and explained casually.

"So that's it."

Not only was his observation ability reduced, but his ease of persuasion also changed significantly. Wen Li immediately said "oh" and then expressed a solemn expression.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

It was obvious that in her mind, Mr. Fu, as the powerful King of Universiade in Shangjing and surrounding areas, would be injured and unable to move. The situation behind it was so dangerous that it was simply unimaginable.

"No, the matter has been settled."

Fu Qian understood this very well and politely declined her initiative. He even moved his left sleeve hanging down to show that the situation was under control.

…

Of course it's not like a few tentacles were conjured up from the sleeves to confuse the audience.

The description of the warehouse is quite accurate.

Perhaps it was the accumulated influence of the negative status of Nightmare Corridor. Except for the two items in his hand, plus the extreme hunger infection and the return command, all other extraordinary abilities were undoubtedly unavailable.

According to the statement given by the warehouse, he is now equivalent to an ordinary person with a second-level status, and his condition is truly wonderful.

And this is not the only change, there is also a negative impact that is very clearly derived from the Nightmare Corridor - the position where the left hand should have been is now not empty.

Something that is slightly controlled by will and obviously has its own thoughts is under that sleeve, connected to his own flesh and blood.

Combined with the last experience in the Loris City, it is too easy to imagine a crawling giant insect.

While suppressing his abilities, the Corridor of Nightmare's erosion of himself seems to start from a weak point - a weak point in every sense of the word.

"That's good."

Miss Wen was obviously very measured and confident in dealing with her husband, so she immediately ended the topic.

"During this period, everything in Beijing has been very stable."

The next moment, she began to quickly share her potentially valuable information.

"As for the Jiang family, Jiang En was disheartened by what happened recently and completely distanced himself from the family."

"As for the Gullard family, they are also keeping a low profile. After Taylor was cleared of his grievances, they expressed their full cooperation with the night watchman in catching the murderer who framed the vampire clan. It is said that a gang has been locked in."

"Brother Danetta's remnants?"

The situation described by Wen Li was not surprising to Fu Qian.

"Yes, the confidentiality of the relevant information is not too high. It is said that nothing has been gained yet. That group of people should have left Shangjing as soon as possible."

When Yuan Shan and Yuan Shan put the blame entirely on Greed Chong and his group, Miss Wen was also there, so she could fully follow Fu Qian's thoughts.

"Chief Yuan is not even here these days. He should be very sure about the situation in Beijing. In fact, nothing major will happen again."

"oh?"

Fu Qian raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"How come I heard that there are talents in this generation? Although Nan, Jiang, En, and Taylor have both lowered their profile, another genius has emerged. In a short period of time, he has firmly ranked at the fourth level, and even challenged me to rectify his name in Beijing. The momentum?”

"...Mr. Fu was joking."

Of course, he wasn't too slow to react to who Fu Qian was talking about. Wen Li blushed on the spot and waved his hands repeatedly.

"In the process of stabilizing the state, I still have many questions to ask you - wait a minute."

Halfway through being humble, Wen Li suddenly realized something and looked over with some confusion.

"It's strange, I can't feel your emotions at all..."

"The most important thing is, I seem to have just realized this."

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Needless to say, our current character is similar to the NPC in your dream, okay?

Seeing Wenli finally reacting, Fu Qian thought to himself.

Since just now, he has been evaluating his situation.

And combined with the escort's rich experience in nightmare communication, it is easy to draw a conclusion.

The self at this moment is essentially no different from the various types of evil forces in the many nightmares that have eroded Laertin.

For example, in the hospital that treated febrile disease, the character behind the blood-sucking worms, and the surrogate brother who fought side by side with him and ultimately sacrificed his life for justice.

The biggest difference between dreamers is that there is no corresponding self in reality.

To put it bluntly, it was like Wen Li in front of her. After some exchanges, it was almost certain that this was her dream.

In reality, she should be sleeping soundly on a fragrant bed at this moment.

As long as you open your eyes and wake up, it is equivalent to coming directly to reality.

The two people who seemed to be having a casual conversation actually had real dimensional differences.

This is the most essential impact that Nightmare Corridor has on oneself.

What he has to do now is to find channels to break through the barriers, just like the many pollutions in the nightmare.

The concept of channels is already very clear, and it is the dreamer who can cross dimensions at will.

Even the method of utilization has been demonstrated by the sages - contaminating the dreamers with their own concepts, ultimately allowing them to be deeply tainted with their own imprints.

It is not the pollution of boiling blood that disappears as soon as they wake up, but the deeper self-blasphemy that allows them to bring this madness back to the real world.

What a standard evil deity's behavior, can it really cure the disease after a long time?

I don’t have any psychological barriers to this before I pay.

The only problem is that the evil god himself is still empty-handed.

The reason why Wen Li couldn't feel her own emotions was simple. The person in front of her was undoubtedly the second level - but not extraordinary.

When the level gap is too big, it's normal not to feel emotions.

But Miss Wen could actually grab her collar and lift it up to physically confirm her emotions.

In fact, it seems that this possibility cannot be ruled out.

Fu Qian did not rush to respond to Wen Li's doubts, but stared at the top of her head.

Along with her confusion, an illusory, constantly dancing eye was slowly opening. (End of chapter)