Chapter 1853 Seedling Bed (Part 3)

They actually came to grant amnesty to the world.

Fu Qian would not do anything boring. Even during the cold warning, another silent breath stood behind him, also helping to remove the restraints.

In theory, he was playing a role that was not only invisible but also had limited perception.

It was normal to be alert when someone ran behind him to tinker, so the impolite warning was completely understandable.

As for the exclamation of "there are really two" in front, it was not surprising either.

Like the things on his body, the material of this cell was obviously a bit special.

Maybe the conversation between the two of them could be heard from outside, but without the aid of perception and the rare configuration of double rooms, it might not be that someone was schizophrenic and talking to himself.

Speaking of this, I have to say that the identity arrangement of the warehouse really felt more and more perfunctory.

Fu Qian was quite sure that he started the mission completely with his true identity this time, and there was no sign of any alias, just a set of baggy clothes.

In addition, not only did he not have an identity, but he was not even arranged a single room, and he was directly asked to share the cell with others.

Including from the reaction of the cellmate during the conversation just now, he didn't even have much trace of his origin in his consciousness, and he began to doubt it as soon as he recalled it.

"You can stand up now, this thing on your head will be a little troublesome."

A calm and capable female voice came from behind while he sighed.

"Okay."

There was even a bit of modesty.

Just a moment after the voice fell, the pain in his neck intensified, and then his head suddenly became clear, and the tightly fitting metal shape was split in two and untied and released.

...

Even faster than the opposite side.

"Thank you."

At the same time as thanking, he didn't rush to turn around. Fu Qian blinked and looked at the roommate who had been talking for a long time in his field of vision.

From this angle, the shape of the helmet and armor became more special.

Bright silver, the same roundness and thickness, and it was too bloated to be suitable for wearing in combat.

With the gray prison uniform, it is completely conceivable that wearing this sitting shape is like a otaku with poor body management.

In addition, the thorns of the same material formed a strange contrast with the neck, which was quite evil.

However, the feeling only lasted for a short time. The next moment, these things fell to the ground one after another. With a heavy sound, the fat man had grown into an uncle.

The prisoner brother who conveyed a lot of life experience to him was as good as his voice. He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slightly sparse head.

It was a pity that his eyes suddenly came in handy again. He was not used to it, so the light of wisdom in them was not particularly concentrated.

"You..."

Even so, he was still eager to confirm the identity of the rescuers.

And it was not difficult to confirm.

The man standing behind him was almost a head taller and had a much better figure.

Although it was still possible to see that he was just a little younger.

Fu Qian did not recognize this face, but the clothes on the other party were too recognizable.

Gray, fat, and looked strong.

It was obvious that this was not a jailer coming to take someone out for a walk, but a prisoner who was also trapped here.

"What happened?"

After all, he was an old man in the world. Although the man didn't answer with a cold face, the cellmate brother still reacted instantly and became nervous.

"It's quite troublesome, but you seem to be lucky."

The latter finally spoke at this moment, but he just glanced at him while speaking, and his eyes turned to this side.

"You...how could you..."

Noticing this action, the cellmate brother finally remembered the suspicious object he had just talked about, turned his head suddenly, and was even more stunned the next moment.

"Why not?"

With a low and hoarse laugh, when Fu Qian spoke again, his voice was already full of alternative old age.

"If you use this voice, how can you listen to so many teachings?"

...

Traveling in the world, the emphasis is on making a name for yourself.

So when you walk, you don't change your name. Just when chatting just now, Fu Qian has made himself look like Mr. Lu.

At this moment, his voice has been corrected.

Whether it is the mission introduction or the information provided by the cellmate brother, it is clearly stated that this is the territory controlled by Siren.

The one who deals with this kind of top group should naturally be my top organization.

No matter what happened in the mysterious underwater prison, this time there must be the mastermind behind my Rebirth Club.

So that the heroes of the world will not be as ignorant as these people in front of us.

"Okay, please change the time for chatting. You may not be so leisurely now."

The next moment, the voice from behind sounded again. It was the lady who helped Fu Qian escape from the predicament who reminded him coldly.

It can be seen that without introducing themselves, the three people in the group did not have much association with Mr. Lu's distinctive appearance.

"What happened?"

Undoubtedly attracted by this sentence, the cellmate brother no longer cared about what happened just now, and his eyes wandered between the two visitors.

"This is..."

And the next moment he noticed something strange, stretched out his hand in disbelief, and touched the wall on one side.

The thick white frost was condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye, in every corner of this room.

And it was obvious that the source was the direction of the door.

As the two people entered just now, it seemed to bring the moving polar cold.

This is not the point.

"Why... can't I feel cold?"

While talking to himself, the cellmate brother subconsciously looked at himself at that moment, but he hesitated to withdraw his hand.

"Yes, you have a problem."

Unfortunately, his fluke mentality was ruthlessly broken the next moment.

The one who untied him directly pulled up his right sleeve to help him face reality.

However, on the still strong arm, the spider-like dark red texture was rapidly appearing, and even slightly squirming with breathing.

"Scarlet fever."

At this time, the lady behind Fu Qian continued.

"I don't know why, I don't know who did it, anyway, this curse is now spreading throughout the prison. It seems that you are relatively lucky and were affected a little later."

While speaking, an arm was also stretched out, as if this person also pulled up one sleeve.

In comparison, it is indeed much brighter than the two of them.

Fu Qian, who made the same move at almost the same time, compared several arms and nodded to confirm the other party's conclusion.

"Okay, it's time to go out. There are people waiting for us outside."

The next moment, the rescuer was already reminding.