Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

[Conditions for achieving containment: Find the stolen Blood of Thorns]

[The current San value is 93, the current inspiration is 31]

[Skills: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, Cat School, Feast (Locked), Residue of the Law, Transcendence, Mythic Form]

[Weapon: Tyrant’s Fist]

Including the two newly acquired skills, the total number of skills has now increased to 7, and Fu Qian naturally brought them all without hesitation.

So far, there has been no restriction on carrying skills. It is speculated before payment that the total number of skills has not reached the upper limit.

If there are too many skills, you might have to make a choice.

His consciousness slowly recovered, and he looked around before paying attention.

This seems to be a bookstore?

It's not nonsense. In the small space in front of him, there are several brown bookshelves standing vertically and horizontally, with rows of books of various colors on them.

Judging from the direction of the sun, it should be just after noon, and people in twos and threes are wandering around in the store.

At this moment, he was leaning on a sofa chair, with soft pillows supporting his neck. There was a small wooden counter in front of him.

What a relaxing afternoon in the bookstore. The working environment is not bad this time!

Fu Qian stretched out and did not let down his guard too much.

When I think about the Ring Islands, it was sunny and soft at the beginning. Who would have thought that I would be so adventurous later on.

In fact, as a reading enthusiast, Fu Qian once had the idea of ​​opening a bookstore. After all, this way he could legitimately read books.

Unfortunately, after getting to know him a bit later, he discovered that the bookstore owner was not that idle either.

In addition to sitting there to collect cash, return to your place, count, do accounts, and purchase goods, there are many chores to do.

In order to keep the finances afloat, I even had to set up a special section for five exams and three models, but finally gave up.

Today I can take the opportunity to experience the life of a bookstore owner.

"how much is this?"

At this time, someone came over with a book and asked Fu Qian.

"piece."

I didn’t even raise my head before paying.

"...Don't you look at what book it is?"

"Need not."

You have to be more chic as a person.

Anyway, if you make money here, you can't take it back with you.

I saw the customers hurriedly put down their money and left. Before paying, I looked at the few people still hanging around in the store.

Is there any mistake, this is the world of high martial arts, where everyone has a great time reading?

Go home and sandbag me!

"Sorry everyone, our store is closed."

He thought for a moment before paying and then knocked on the table.

"It's only half past one..."

The complaints of the customers had no effect. Fu Qian transformed into a willful boss and kicked them all out.

The bookstore returned to calm, and he sat back in his chair before paying, enjoying the expensive quiet time.

However, this leisurely life did not last long.

Ten minutes later, a breeze blew through.

The bookstore door opened quietly, then closed again.

When I looked up, there was already another person on the sofa in the store.

From the side, you can see that this man is about forty years old, with sharp facial lines and bright eyes.

Of course, the most important thing is that this person is an extraordinary person.

The series of entry movements just now are not something ordinary people can do.

The middle-aged man was facing away now, leisurely opening a book and reading it.

"Ding Yi, 30 years old, unemployed. His uncle passed away a month ago. He came from other places to inherit this bookstore. Is this your information?"

He slowly reported a series of information. ·

"It can be."

He responded in an easy-going manner before paying.

snort!

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, stood up and walked all the way to the counter, slamming the book in his hand on it.

"Are you too careless when you forged information, or is the night guard just that unprofessional in your eyes?"

"In order to make it easier for you to understand the current situation, let me first introduce myself, Qin Feng, the captain of the First Team of the Second Detachment of the Shangjing Night Guards."

Qin Feng stared at Fu Qian's eyes.

"I hope you will answer the next question truthfully."

"Trust me, this is definitely for your own good."

He is indeed the Night Keeper!

Fu Qian felt something in his heart. From the mission introduction just now, he knew that the Night Guard had just lost something important, so logically he would definitely take action.

This is most likely what this person is here for.

"First of all, your surname is not Ding, and you are not 30 years old."

Seeing the silence in front of him, Qin Feng smiled coldly.

"Fang Xun, 25 years old, an eighth-level transcendent, arrived in Beijing 10 days ago. Am I right?"

"You all know this!"

He praised weakly before paying.

"Of course we know!"

"There are always people who are lucky enough to think they can hide it from us."

"To tell you the truth, every transcendent who enters Beijing will be recorded immediately even if you don't take the initiative to report. I just don't bother to argue with you."

It looks very high-end!

Blinking before paying, he heard another meaning.

"So there is a situation now? Can you tell me what happened?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm asking you questions now!"

Qin Feng slapped the counter until it squeaked.

"Tell me, what is your real purpose in coming to Beijing?"

"Didn't you already see it?"

Fu went to point around.

"Open a shop, study, and enjoy life in a big city."

"Nonsense! You'd better not take any chances."

"If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being rude!"

At the end of the sentence, Qin Feng was already stern.

What kind of rudeness? Take me back and torture me?

That's just right.

According to the mission, the Blood of Thorns was stolen from the Nightkeeper's base.

It's time to go over and find out what's going on.

"I need you to explain carefully why you did such an abnormal behavior of forging information? What is your motive?"

Good point, I want to know too.

Unfortunately, I have no prior information.

This is the truth. Regarding the current situation, Fu Qian doesn't even know as much as the night watchman.

Even the names Ding Yi and Fang Xun were told to him by him.

In the past, when he was under containment, he always appeared as his true identity, and the people around him fully recognized his appearance.

This time it turned out to be a double-layered nesting doll, which is really puzzling.

Fu Qian was frowning and thinking, but Qin Feng beside him lost his patience.

Just when he was about to yell at this unruly man, his expression suddenly turned painful.

At the same time, Fu Qian noticed an unusual fluctuation and immediately took a few steps back.

The next moment, Qin Feng's facial features twisted, his whole head swelled, and then exploded.

Red and white brains were flying all over the bookstore.

…

Sure enough, the more handsome you appear, the sooner you will die?

Fu Qian looked at the mess around him and was stunned for a long time.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and escaped from the explosion range, he would have been covered in mud.

But when it came to being confused, Fu Qian suddenly thought of something.

He quickly went to the bathroom and found a mirror.

Sure enough, it wasn't my face inside!