One must not gaze directly at the God, nor criticize the God.
Fear has always been an essential part of faith.
For Fu Qian, the group called the Greedy Worms were quite a rare testing material.
First, understand their essence, which is the oath tool of the Death Overlord.
At the same time, as a truly cohesive group, they have rather good information-sharing attributes due to their connections with each other.
And they are among the few who know their true name.
Most importantly, they are unaware of their own essence; the only one who knows the truth, Brother Ah Wei, has already been sent to the Unseen Hillock by Fu Qian.
In this context, they are indeed suitable for testing matters related to faith, and even the old faith—
The state of the Death Overlord and what exactly has happened to Him.
So, although busy with affairs, Fu Qian has never cast aside the guiding plan for the group.
And after showing hope yesterday, facing doubts and even offense, punishment is indispensable.
Telling Wen Li she can continue to come to work today wasn’t just about selling books.
However, even with this person helping to spread fear, it still feels somewhat inadequate.
Fu Qian was pondering since yesterday, wondering what form punishment should take.
And sure enough, after some morning exercises not long ago, the newly acquired reward seemed quite fitting.
The shadow of death, which no one fears, penetrates everything, and this description fits well with the current weak connection.
Moreover, compared to Calamity Authority, it seems that damage to the body need not be worried about.
After all, if the former isn’t controlled well, a literal head explosion isn’t out of the question.
And regarding the fear of injury, Fu Qian doesn’t believe that with these people’s resources, they can extend the duration to fifty-nine hours.
Of course, everything depends on the actual use effect—
Ripples of fear surged, raising Fu Qian’s evaluation of the rewards of this task to another level.
On the one hand, it is truly effective.
Once the target is locked and activated, even following a feeble connection, the shadow of death is delivered without any diminution.
On the other hand, even upon successful activation, the statue remains extremely low-key with no fancy special effects, and even the perceptual fluctuations are very faint.
Indeed, as people age, they tend to return to simplicity, and this thing is just too suitable for underhanded plays.
Amidst praises, Fu Qian noticed the gaze of volunteer Miss Wen.
It’s apparent that the object Fu Qian held, due to its excessively bizarre shape, roused her curiosity despite just being at full power during her rest.
However, Fu Qian never intended to hide it, directly handing it over.
"Thank you..."
It was clear Wen Li wasn’t too keen on taking it, but her good upbringing made her accept it while expressing gratitude.
In response, Fu Qian merely nodded slightly, focusing attention on the other side of the connection.
Without a doubt, an intense discussion was underway over there, and quite a few had gathered.
The old man, who always held reservations, was the host of Jiang En’s exclusive auction, bearing the full appearance of an immortal.
Opposing him fiercely was another familiar figure—Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist.
This lady was probably the most unfortunate yesterday, getting directly hit by a calamity explosion.
Indeed, steadfast faith cannot do without suffering.
Amidst admiration, Fu Qian watched the old man’s reaction with great anticipation.
...
"You all..."
The old man was undoubtedly the focal point of everyone’s gaze at this moment.
Not because a meteor hit him over the head, but because the terrifying shock striking everyone happened right after his words of doubt.
This overly smooth transition left people no choice but to ponder the cause-and-effect relationship within.
Noticing this, he clearly lacked the energy to make any defense, instead murmuring while unable to resist looking up.
The cold death shadow, hanging infinitely high, was so clear in perception.
As if one could see the ice containing endless annihilation forces, madly condensing and expanding, smashing down with unstoppable momentum, ready to bring eternal darkness upon oneself.
This bizarre death omen, beyond perception, overlapped with the fear rising unreasonably in the heart... Rather than an attack, it felt more like the wrath of a Superior Being.
"Have you felt..."
Golden spines emerged from the surface, as if rapidly donning spiked armor, and the old man, feeling treated specially, sought resonance first.
Although blurry, as a viewer, Fu Qian was easily reminded by this form.
When he sent away three people with Worm Whistle, this one used a similar tactic in a desperate state.