It is reasonable and well-founded, but you may have overlooked a small problem in the middle, that is, the original owner of the weapon disappeared because of my siege.

Fu Qian praised Brother Zhao Ran's clear plan for a while.

"Okay, you lead the way."

In order not to smite the other party's enthusiasm, he did not say anything disappointing, but decisively showed his acting style.

"I think some things are still in front... No matter who you are, I can live here until now, which should be more difficult than the original owner of this weapon."

But this is a bit straightforward, but hesitated a little bit of the killer brother. After thinking for a while, he decided to remind him.

"You do look stronger."

The reason he gave was also fine. Fu Qian was honest and commented on Mr. Feng again.

"Very good, let's go."

Unfortunately, Brother Zhao Ran was a little worried and did not have any happy reactions in the face of recognition.

After exiting the secret room, he didn't even need to continue returning the same way, so he soon took Fu Qian to another corner of the hall.

There was a stone table with an exaggerated size, but it was still an ordinary thing. Before I could say anything before I could pay, Zhao Ran pushed it away with one hand.

On the wall exposed behind, there is a smooth and round passage.

"I made this, I can take us directly there."

Before entering, Zhao Ran took the initiative to explain.

This is reasonable. No matter where the church leads to, it would be a bit insulting if the old man had not discovered such a passage for decades.

Nodded slightly, Fu Qian followed him in.

...

As expected, the exit location is so reasonable.

The channel is not too long, and the style is as diverse as ever.

After passing through various walls of different thicknesses, my eyes suddenly became clear.

For the past, it was even easier to confirm that this place was the place where Mr. Feng was secretly practicing.

In addition, the location of the channel exit is very particular, not only hanging in the air, but also with the help of various structures to make it difficult to find from bottom to top.

On the other hand, people can see a stone mount below and the giant marks around them without going out.

"It's here, I inserted it to the left hand of that seat at that time."

Commenting on this scene, Fu Qian took the initiative to speak up and made more detailed additions to the previous statement.

"I picked it up there, too."

Some doubts were finally completely eliminated, but unfortunately Zhao Ran looked more serious.

After approving that the position of the long halberd was placed, and confirming that there was no strange movement, he jumped down the first time.

The past is unbearable to look back on.

Fu Qian followed him and just landed between the two "hands" marked.

While walking leisurely, Fu Qian recalled the scene of visiting the former dean here, and couldn't help but sigh at the ruthlessness of time.

In addition, it is easy to confirm that the marks in the hall are indeed exactly the same as the graffiti there - but that's the problem.

After all, it was just a pile of garbage. When I was discussing kite techniques with Dean Feng here, I inevitably messed up some of them, let alone the old man's final self-destruction.

As a result, we met again and were neatly arranged again?

"Have you found anything?"

The temporary teammates on the side were indeed sensible. They waited for Fu Qian to come back after he had a round and asked for advice.

"It's much tidy, have you cleaned here?"

Fu Qian chose to tell the truth.

"No...and then the first time I found it was so neat."

After a moment of silence, Zhao Ran's tone was a little heavy.

...

"So it has special vitality like those graffiti, and has it fixed itself?"

It is easy to understand the emotional source of teammates, and Fu Qiandai said it.

The messed-up sign actually became neat again, and the weapons on the side had not even been taken away. It seemed hard to imagine that such a change was artificial.

If this sign can be self-repair and so energetic, what will happen when you sit on the stone mount, it will make people feel even more inaccurate.

"But it should be a good thing for you? The probability of a seat having a special connection with 'them' has increased."

Although this reaction is normal, Fu Qian still reminds the killer brother that you are playing the role of Revenge Soul now.

"Well said."

It can be seen that emotional stability is a problem. Zhao Ran's eyes became excited for a second, and he directly inserted his halberd back into a pit on the ground.

"You don't like using it anyway, do you?"

It was even then that I remembered to ask Fu Qian.

“Yes, not interested.”

Fu Qian gave the same comments as he did back then.

"Haha, unless I clearly state that there is something wrong later, you don't want to do anything, do you understand?"

Zhao Ran smiled cheerfully, and even didn't think much about the volume.

"What if the problem is so serious that you can't speak?"

Nodded to show understanding, but Fu Qian also pointed out the loopholes.

"Then you can leave, if we don't even have this little resistance."

Zhao Ran's response almost felt as if he was ready to die.

"I understand, then start."

I seem to appreciate this attitude, so Fu Qian makes a casual move.

"You don't need to urge me."

Although he couldn't wait to watch the music, he couldn't help but perform the music. With a cold snorkeling, Zhao Ran had already sat on it.

...

His expression was very heavy, and he almost sat on it and wanted to stand up again when he looked.

Fu Qian naturally knew the reason for Zhao Ran’s reaction.

As long as you sit on it, you will suffer a huge amount of mental shock and feel extremely painful.

Mr. Feng once used this method to help himself stay calm and strictly control the scale.

However, it seems that Brother Zhao Ran can hold on for so long, but he is still outstanding.

After a fierce psychological and physiological struggle, I finally forced myself to continue sitting there.

After a few minutes, he was always staring at him, and did not make any calls for help.

"them……"

Not only that, as his breathing became more and more rapid, he seemed to have gained something from the original plan, and his voice talking to himself became more and more sharp.

At one moment, Zhao Ran's eyes finally left the newly promoted team member and looked at Fu Qian's position behind him.

"Really!"

Immediately afterwards, he jumped up from the stone pedestal, picked up the long halberd inserted beside him, and threw it at Fu Qian.

laugh--

Fu Qian naturally easily avoided it, but before he could land on the halberd, he seemed to have bumped into something.
Chapter completed!