Chapter 587 Noisy (11)

soon?

That means that he will soon face two demigods and a divine envoy?

The situation is getting more and more exciting!

"Thanks, that's really nice."

Fu Qian expressed his joy with hoarse laughter.

Considering the current semi-crazy character design, it would be normal to have a more public attitude.

"No need to rush to thank you, Crow Feather does not promise to help you lift the curse."

Wihler didn't feel strange about the previous attitude, he just stared at him and shook his head.

"What were you talking about just now?"

The next moment he remembered something and asked casually.

"Talk about the guy in my head."

Fu Qian turned to look at Ariel and at the same time knocked on his head.

"He is constantly impacting my consciousness, trying to make me think that I am a sage."

"Sage..."

Facing the previous answer, Weihele pondered for a moment, obviously not familiar with this title.

"Don't worry, it's just a few remaining spiritual imprints. As long as the curse is under control, it's not that difficult for me to deal with."

Fu Qian seemed to know what he was worried about and said confidently.

"No matter what, don't force it when your condition is unstable."

"Spiritual imprints at the demigod level are not that easy to deal with, and they can easily be eroded without realizing it."

At this time, Ariel next to him also said.

what's the situation? This posture of an earnest elder doesn't seem to fit your personality!

Hearing Ariel say this, Fu Qian felt a move in his heart.

As someone who knows the details of Ariel, I always feel that this person is acting a bit too kind.

As for the conversation just now, I would rush over to help as soon as I mentioned it, but this person's reaction seemed a bit dull.

I'm a little curious. This time Ariel appears here, and I don't know what the "purpose" is to achieve.

…

"he came!"

Just when Fu Qian planned to test it again, Weihele on the side suddenly spoke up.

Um? The legendary Crowfeather demigod has arrived?

Fu Qian looked up and didn't see the door open, but found Weihele standing up.

The next moment, this man's gold-encrusted cane tilted a little in the air.

Almost instantly, a disturbance began to appear from the location where the cane was clicked, and quickly spread to the surrounding areas.

Wherever the disturbance passed, everything seemed to be shrouded in some kind of shadow, turning gray in an instant.

Is this welcome ceremony too grand?

Watching this scene with great interest, while silently commenting before paying, he found that the landlord who had just opened the door for him and stepped back had his head lowered and turned around quietly.

After walking all the way to Fu Qian, the old man looked up.

Almost immediately, Fu Qian felt a strong sense of being spied on, that something else was observing him through this person.

If it weren't for the mask, there was a high probability that he would be discovered.

Fu Qian thought to himself and made a very honest judgment.

He didn't think that the old landlord was the legendary Crow Feather, he was just pretending.

This is obviously a way of coming remotely, achieved with the help of the special environment created by Wihler.

So this old landlord is actually Crowfeather's puppet?

That's absolutely reliable. No wonder the gathering place was chosen here.

But no matter what, there is no doubt about the aura of this demigod at this moment, and he is currently surrounded by heroes.

"Good work."

Fu Qian did not avoid this person's scrutiny, and nodded slightly to say hello.

When the old man saw this, he blinked blankly, and the next moment he stretched out his hand to grab the void.

When he took it back, he already had a palm-sized bald doll in his hand.

The color is dull and the appearance is ferocious, not cute at all.

And if you look closely, you can even find small blood-stained bandages wrapped around the body.

Almost immediately, Fu Qian noticed something strange. It seemed that the latter had reached some kind of connection with himself and was bound to his destiny.

"Keep it up."

The next moment, the landlord put down the little doll and gave cold instructions.

"This is a substitute messenger. The divine blood curse has a very high level and has penetrated deeply into your body. If you want to completely eliminate it, you can only adopt a compromise method."

"You try to maintain the connection and transfer your will here little by little."

"And I will cut off the connection at the right time and leave all the curses on your original body. You will be reborn on it and your personality will not be damaged."

Is this still possible?

Fu Qian listened to this person's explanation silently and tried to focus on the little doll.

Almost immediately, a feeling of looking at myself appeared.

It seems that what this person said is true.

And the method just proposed to lift the curse does seem to be feasible.

But there was a problem - after the transfer, there was no mask on his face.

When the time comes, the true state will most likely not be hidden from the onlookers, and the consequences will probably be quite tragic.

But on the other hand, not cooperating seems to be okay.

Ariel and Wihel next to him were both staring at him visibly.

If he did a piss escape or something, he might start a fight before he even got to the bathroom.

That being the case!

Fu Qian snorted and focused on the little doll for the next moment.

Soon, he discovered that the latter had undergone significant changes.

First, drops of blood seeped out from nowhere and quickly soaked into the whole body.

Immediately afterwards, slender blood lines were drawn out of the increasingly viscous blood.

The blood lines snaked around like tentacles, constantly merging and converging, and rapidly swelling.

"Control, screen, don't let the curse follow you."

The old man’s words continued to ring out.

Fu Qian followed the instructions very cooperatively and found that he could indeed identify a little bit of consciousness full of chaotic desires from the soul level.

And relying on stable self-awareness, you can peel them off and keep your will as pure as possible.

Suppressing the pollution, Fu Qian carefully purified his will, letting "oneself" echo between the two.

This feeling of tug-of-war with myself has to be said to be quite interesting.

Soon, he felt that the self-perceptions of both sides were almost equal.

"Very good, now continue to strengthen the self-awareness of the substitute messenger."

The old man’s reminder came again.

More horsepower? OK!

Fu Qian accepted the suggestion immediately, but deliberately hesitated for a few seconds.

The next moment, the curse pollution that had been carefully stripped out rushed towards the little doll, with an exaggerated intensity.

At the same time, the pure self-consciousness on the little doll's side began to flow back quickly.

Standing in front of the car is like a novice driver who accidentally shifted into reverse gear. Although the direction is wrong, the accelerator is still at the bottom.

For a moment, I could feel the violent mood swings on the old man's side.

However, they were not given more time to be frightened. The next moment, Fu Qian moved his body and punched the little puppet in front of him.