Drawing Cards With My Lifespan: Starting By Gamifying Reality Chapter 232: Holy Weapon (1)

Chapter 232: Holy Weapon (1)

11:15.

Nanfeng Airport.

An A30 slowly entered the taxiway.

They stopped in the designated area.

Soon, the boarding bridge extended to the cabin door.

The cabin door opened, and a large number of passengers filed out of the cabin.

They walked along the bridge to the arrival hall.

In the crowd, three leisurely figures were quite eye-catching.

The one on the left had blood-red hair.

He was wearing a pink shirt.

She was wearing a pair of colorful beach shorts.

His collar was unbuttoned to the third button.

Two thick and powerful chest muscles were revealed.

Before she left, she did not forget to wink at a uniford air stewardess nearby.

The person in the middle looked to be in his early thirties.

He was wearing a grey robe with a straight collar.

It had the charm of an ancient Han costu.

As for the one on the far right, it was an old man with gray hair.

He was wearing a pair of black-frad glasses and a set of thin sumr clothes. He looked at the crowd in front of him and muttered sothing from ti to ti.

If one listened carefully, they would hear him counting.

“1.”

“2.”

“3.”

“7.”

“1566.”

“2.”

..

Lu Chuan, who was walking in the middle, asked curiously,

“Great Master Duan, what did you count this ti?”

“I’m looking at how many n these won have had sex with.”

Lu Chuan’s mouth twitched when he heard that.

He had always known that there were many eccentrics among the evil cultivators.

For example, he had to eat three rabbits raw every al, sleep in a coffin at night, break a finger every two days, and so on.

These strange behaviors and eccentrics were not only related to the pollution they suffered, but they were also often used to vent the madness in their hearts.

If he held it in for too long, it was very likely that it would cause his body to collapse.

Of course, these quirks were not all specific. They were related to personal traits and habits.

For example, he knew that many dark mage liked to experint with curses on infants.

However, he used daily actions such as drinking tea and dressing to forcefully solidify his own characteristics.

This was not because he was more noble than the other dark mage.

It was because he resisted all actions that might expose his identity.

For example, losing one or two infants was nothing.

However, once there were a lot of them, and they appeared to be in a regular pattern, everyone knew that there was a problem.

Once the case was submitted to the Dawn Bureau, they did not lack Trascendent who were good at investigating cases.

These were the hidden dangers.

If he wanted to eradicate all of this from the source, then he should not have done such a stupid thing from the beginning.

Just like now, he had created a fake appearance and used a fake identity that he had prepared in advance.

Only then could he appear at the airport openly.

Otherwise, if he returned to his original appearance.

They would probably be surrounded by the Dawn Bureau before they could leave the airport.

Perhaps so people would say that he was too cautious and too cowardly in front of the Dawn Bureau.

William could grow in strength by collecting sins and not suffer from the negative effects that co with it.

That’s because he was rely the Goddess of Sin and Punishnt’s tool.

Just as a knife in the hands of a murderer, no matter how many it kills, the sin of murder never falls upon the weapon itself.

But for the sake of efficiency, a murderer could sharpen it to a finer edge.

Yet no matter how sharp it becos, once one chooses to beco a tool, their potential as a person is lost.

No wonder this thing needs to be controlled—if it becos rampant, the consequences would probably be quite exaggerated!

Fu Qian let out a deep sigh.

Besides, there was another important piece of information in the summary, that is, the last sentence—there are many such pitfalls alongside the path to godhood.

From this sentence, it was almost certain that this was not the only path of vow.

In Fu Qian’s earliest conception, the Transcendents’ path to promotion was supposed to be a series of divergent roads.

At each node, one would choose a branch through a special ritual and continue deeper.

So, keep going like this until you stand shoulder to shoulder with Divine Beings.

Now it seems that in addition to the hard-to-find divergent roads, there are quite a number of pitfalls on this path, the kind that one can’t climb out of once they fall in.

Utmost caution would be needed going forward.

After summarizing the gains of this trip, Fu Qian activated the mark on his wrist with satisfaction.

Ti to clock out and go ho.

As the scenery shifted, Fu Qian was already in his own living room.

It was noon outside, and everything inside was just as he had left it.

Has it really run out of charge?

As a qualified young person, Fu Qian reached for his phone first thing, only to find it completely unresponsive.

Not surprisingly, considering he had been away for several days.

Fortunately, due to good living habits, Fu Qian never left leftovers out.

So even after several days, there was no odd sll in the air.

With skilled movents, he plugged in his phone and turned it on, and soon a barrage of notifications began to sound.

Is it really that exaggerated?

Fu Qian frowned, checking the ssages and missed calls from different people.

The earliest one was from Young Master Qin, who had called him on Sunday.

From the following records, although no one answered at the ti, he didn’t find it too strange.

Two days later, the missed calls from him beca dense, almost one every few hours, and he even left voicemails asking for a callback.

A day later, the phone clearly turned off, and there were more nurous notification texts.

In addition to this, there were various phone calls attempting to co through.

Wu Qingyu, Tan Ying, and this one… Pei Yanqing?

Fu Qian flipped through the records, matching them with his mory.

Seems like I’ve made quite a stir!

Even if they had to suffer losses, they would find a way to stay away from the other party.

Don’t drag down when there’s thunder in the sky.

It was precisely because of this caution that he had co this far.

Looking back, he saw the bones of his companions.

Those evil cultivation geniuses who seed strange and powerful back then had long been scattered.

What was left behind was an ordinary dark mage like him.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but look at the two teammates he had gained this ti.

One of them was the red-haired young man beside him, a Rank-7 [Blood Controller] nad Chang Ruiyang.

He was the Blood Emperor’s personal guard and one of the geniuses that the Blood Emperor valued the most. His ranking was even higher than Shen Qing.

On the outside, he looked frivolous and rough, but in fact, he was ticulous and ticulous.

This was exactly the teammate Lu Chuan wanted.

As for the second person, Blood Emperor had originally arranged for him to be a peak level 7 [Bone Devil].

The other party’s combat strength was extrely strong, slightly stronger than Chang Ruiyang’s. He had once contributed greatly to the Blood Emperor’s exploration of the Origin World.

But in the end, Lu Chuan requested for him to be replaced. This was because this person was self-reliant on his strength and status. He was more arrogant and did not listen to others easily.

Such a person was more suitable for charging into battle, but not for this mission.

Later, he asked Blood Emperor to change the old man beside him, Duan Ming.

His strength was not considered very strong, only at the peak of tier 6, but he was a genuine array master.

Without Blood Emperor’s help, many array formations the Origin World were solved by this array master.

Even Blood Emperor was hesitant about Lu Chuan’s intention to take him away.

After all, there were many people around him who could fight, but array masters who specialized in array formations were extrely rare.

Later on, it was because of a certain agreent between him and the fiend emperor that he had no choice but to reluctantly let her go.

Now, although he knew that this Great Master Duan had a strange habit of forcibly counting, fortunately, this strange habit would not affect the execution of the mission. It was still within the range of his acceptance.

They walked all the way to the arrival hall.

A middle-aged man with white sideburns and a scar on his forehead stood in front of him.