Chapter 198 White Porcelain Doll (15)

Not surprisingly, another finger bone roared out with blood.

The multi-brained sister has many methods, but her physical resistance is obviously mediocre.

After being hit by the finger bone bullet, the whole person was directly blown away, splashing out a dark red liquid.

At the same time, Fu Qian once again harvested a tentacle.

The multi-brained sister who was knocked to the ground, even though most of the bunch of heads had been broken, was still struggling to get up.

Fu Qian did not use the air bullet this time, but stepped on it again.

Amidst the layers of screams, Sister Duonao died completely.

Of course, I also paid the price before paying.

After stepping on people continuously, he felt as if his right leg had been dipped in magma, and the skin had melted into a layer of hot liquid, tightly wrapping the muscles.

The latter seems to have a life of its own, constantly struggling to escape.

This place is really exaggerated! If I stay there for a little longer, I'm afraid I won't be human again.

Fu Qian sighed while bending down to look at Sister Duo Nao's body.

On the withered and mutated left hand, you can even see a dim ruby ​​ring.

There is no doubt that he is a human being, but it is hard to imagine how he could end up in a place like this.

Also for that thing you are looking for?

There was no other valid information on Sister Duonao. After checking, Fu Qian stood up and looked around.

Judging from the situation in the two passages we just walked through, this place is quite large.

Even if you don't get lost, checking them all takes a lot of effort.

But Fu Qian was still quite curious about what these people were digging for.

The passages in all directions below indicate that the excavators at that time were not quite sure of the location of the target, otherwise such a scene would not have occurred.

So it's possible the stuff is still there.

Looking around again, Fu Qian silently recalled the route he had just taken in his mind, and chose a passage in the distance.

[San value minus 1]

Unexpectedly, after taking only two steps, the terrifying prompt sounded again.

Spawning monsters again?

This was a subconscious reaction before paying.

The current state of being a blank slate god of war seems to make him particularly susceptible to influence.

Just when he was ready to fight, the vision of the snake man did not appear, and no ethereal singing sounded.

All right!

Fu Qian actually felt a little disappointed in his heart.

Even though it's terrible, Sister Duo Nao actually sings quite nicely.

But if she wasn't a brainy girl, what would the sudden deduction of sanity mean?

Are there other monsters? Can you destroy your own mental monster without even singing?

That would be too much!

We don't even know where the enemy is, so we can't waste our sanity here. Why don't we go back to the top first?

It's a pity that we still don't know what these people are digging down there.

Just as I was considering whether to return the same way, I suddenly had an idea.

They are digging something... There are no monsters, but they are still losing sanity.

What if the thing that makes them lose their san value is what they are looking for?

Couldn't you use yourself as a human radar to detect the location of that thing?

Just like looking for Sister Duo Nao just now.

As a man of action, Fu Qian quickly planned a route again centered on his current location and started taking action.

After spending a lot of time and paying more than ten san points, Fu Qian finally came to the end of one of the passages.

Looking at the hard rock wall in front of him, Fu Qian felt an unprecedented distortion.

Raising his right hand, the three tentacles generated by the air bullet slowly explored inward along the gaps between the rocks.

[San value minus 1]

A few seconds later, Fu Qian heard the Krypton life prompt again.

At the same time, the space in front of him was distorted, and a strange sense of corrosion flowed all the way to his body along the tentacles.

An uncontrollable violence rose in his heart, and Fu Qian felt that his body and spirit were rapidly declining.

If this is what they are looking for, it can only be said that these people really have unique hobbies.

Fu Qian quickly pulled his hand back, only to see a black mist like flowing water lingering on the tentacles.

The next moment, he punched the stone wall without hesitation.

[San value minus 1]

The frequency is higher.

Not only did Fu Qian not retreat, he even began to tear apart the stones with his bare hands.

Something like blood began to seep out from between the cracks in the rocks.

At the same time, the instability in his body became more and more obvious. He could not even maintain his previously pinched face and slowly changed back.

I kept holding my hand before paying, as if I didn't realize it.

Finally, as the last stone was removed, something appeared in his field of vision.

It was an ink-colored stone the size of a fist.

What is striking is that in the center of the stone, there is a dark red mist lingering, making the stone crystal clear.

The scene before him suddenly reminded Fu Qian of his experience in Shangjing.

The blood of thorns that fell out after the pseudo-demigod Chen Xing's head was smashed was also a similar stone.

It's just that it's smaller, and it feels far less evil.

Is this the source of corruption in the entire region?

Someone realized this and went to great lengths to dig it out?

It doesn't feel like something that a bunch of Aboriginal people would do.

After thinking about it for a moment, he raised the tentacle formed by his index finger, first circled the stone, and finally touched it lightly on the top.

Surprisingly, the mist in the stone seemed to boil, instantly passing through the seemingly tight-fitting stone and climbing directly onto the tentacles.

A feeling of corruption and degradation was felt that was a hundred times stronger than before.

At that moment, Fu Qian felt that all his limbs, five senses, and internal organs had their own thoughts.

They are no longer coordinated and unified, but are growing wildly, struggling to devour each other.

At the same time, a violent and cold-blooded craziness arises from the depths of the soul, rapidly transforming himself from a fundamental level.

I don't know how long it took, but Fu Qian opened his eyes and regained control of his body.

"pain."

He subconsciously said a word in a strange tone.

Along with the severe pain, wounds appeared out of thin air on the surface of his body.

interesting!

Fu Qian was very suspicious that he was now in a true demigod state.

At the same time, the desire for destruction surging deep in his heart shows that this demigod profession may be a bit evil.

The fog in the stone is the certain quality that I am looking for.

As the mist is absorbed by itself, it can be felt that the distortion in the underground area is rapidly weakening.

It seems that this is most likely what those people are looking for.

It's a pity that they don't have a human detector like their own, and in the end they are only one step away from the correct answer.

…

When Fu Qian returned to the ground, it was getting dark.

Under such light, the white trees on the island look even more dazzling.

The price paid this time was not small, it consumed more than 30 points of sanity, but there were still some benefits.

Although the current state is a bit weird, after it truly became the source of corruption and distortion, there are no longer any restrictions on the use of power.

Time to get down to business!