Chapter 1645 Curse and Mathematics

Is there such a thing?

Of course Fu Qian knew what that hint meant, just as he knew that the reflection in the mirror was not his own.

A thing that can copy the wounds on its body by turning into its own face.

It's weird, but it's not like I haven't seen something similar before, such as the surrogate brother in the fallen man's nightmare.

Directly force oneself to lose sanity?

It's scary, but it's so much more.

However, knowing the value of sanity, even saying it with a standard address, and even actually saying it as you say, forcing yourself to lose a little, is too careful and terrifying behind the scenes.

This trip was really not in vain.

"What do you call it?"

Even though he lost two lives, Fu Qian still didn't rush to take any action. Instead, he continued to stand where he was and chose to communicate through words.

"Hehehe..."

It's a pity that the man in the mirror obviously maintains some bad habits of pretending to be a ghost.

Not only did he not respond to the previous question, he even raised his right hand flat at the next moment, almost handing it to the mirror.

"You don't need them, do you?"

And the two balls, which were even connected to the nerve cords, rolled slightly with this movement, and actually turned over and looked this way.

Although the resolution is not very high, your work is too rough.

Fu Qian lowered his head, looked at each other, and commented silently.

Like the previous self-cutting, this act of digging out one's own eyes did not tear out the corresponding eyes, but it was not completely without impact.

The moment he pulled it off, his optic nerve seemed to be cut off.

Even up to this moment, the tenacious self-healing ability only makes the visual signal intermittent, and the screen keeps flying snowflakes.

Of course, even so, it still cannot stop Fu Qian from discovering a lot of rough spots.

It was obvious that the angle and force were not well controlled. Not only the eye itself was damaged in many places, but the nerve cord was also messy and disorganized.

Of course, Fu Qian didn’t bother to correct or guide this obvious lack of basic skills as a craftsman.

"You can't speak human language, can you?"

He snorted coldly, and the next moment a pale golden stick with long forearms and scars appeared in his right hand, even holding it horizontally like the opponent.

It seemed that the next moment he was going to swing it and smash the flawless mirror in front of him.

But how could Fu Qian do such vulgar things like the other party?

He did not swing up, but continued to raise his arms horizontally——

"Avada, eat the big melon——"

In a spell full of vicious aura, a frost spear that was ten times colder than the surrounding ice roared out.

…

Ice crystals bloom.

At that moment, these were the only words that could describe the scene in front of me.

The frost demigod, hand over the magic stick, the fortune teller, was personally activated by the legendary Lord Grimshaw who turned a bell into a staff, and supplemented it with a forbidden blow from an ancient spell, which hit the figure in the mirror almost instantly.

And as expected, it is not invisible and qualityless, but impenetrable.

The seemingly fragile mirror actually withstood this terrifying blow without moving.

At the moment of contact, the ice crystal spear shattered inch by inch, and death and coldness escaped and swept around.

snort!

Standing with his hands behind his back, Fu Qian was covered in bruises and gestures. He only fired one blow and then didn't move again, staring at the scene under the white frost.

Even though he could no longer see his blind self, he still had no intention of leaving.

"You really have no sense of humor..."

And it did not live up to expectations. After a few breaths, the figure wearing a gold and white burqa appeared in front of him again in a few steps, as if from infinite distance.

He is still tall and calm, but what is different from before is that his glorious and noble aura has increased sharply again, reaching an incredible level.

Even for Fu Qian at this moment, it was enough to have a mental impact.

It's not even just a purely spiritual feeling.

Along with the gentle and ethereal voice, he no longer deliberately imitated his own voice, and could clearly see behind the tall figure. There was even a brilliant aura rolling together, forming a pair of light wings extending several meters, like a saint favored by the gods.

And this is not all the changes. Under the thick and solemn hood, not only his own face has disappeared, but now there is no face at all, only the same splendor that cannot be seen.

"Full of lies and heinous crime!"

However, facing that face that was impossible to look at directly, Fuzen actually raised the bell stick and pointed it directly at the opponent's head, responding to the ridiculous remarks without humor with practical actions.

"Haha...you will soon realize that you are no different, except that you are more vulnerable..."

And what he responded to was another sneer and meaningful comments.

"The san value is reduced——"

And without even giving him more time to think, the next moment the other party actually said a familiar statement again, and at the same time he straightened his arm and grasped Fu Qian's head with his five fingers.

"1 plus 1."

But the difference is that this time there is micro-innovation, and it is actually addition.

[San value minus 2]

Facts have proved that Fuqian’s answer is also very fast.

As soon as he finished speaking, and the moment the hand closed in space, the familiar reminder actually sounded in his ears.

And when the prompt ended, under the dissipating white frost, the figure had disappeared again.

…

More fragile... What I said before is indeed true, this trip has been fruitful.

The math test came to an abrupt end, but Fu Qian did not look disappointed. Instead, he finally put away the bell stick in his hand and thought about the other party's last words.

The saint in the mirror seemed to have only two ways to test whether he was vulnerable - cutting meat and losing san value.

Considering that the former obviously had little effect, it seemed clear what the so-called more vulnerable meant.

Not to mention that when the latter was activated, it was dubbed twice in a row.

It seemed difficult not to draw a conclusion - the saint knew the existence of the administrator, and even knew it in detail.

Another senior?

If so, this form of existence is more exaggerated in comparison, full of the feeling of converting to the high-level heaven.

At the same time, the glorious aura makes it difficult for people not to think of the remnants of their own laws.

And then it proves again that the various anomalies here are indeed closely related to the tree.

However, no matter what the other party's origin is with the tree, the front has already made it clear that he is clearly hostile to him.

And it seems that the existence of san value has given him an additional way to attack, and it is even difficult to resist.

As for why the situation seems so bad, I am still not panicking at all -

One plus one is nothing, I can do addition and subtraction of more than ten.

I can only hang around in this age group, so what is there to worry about?