Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

It was like an old photograph being restored, colors slowly emerging in the space before me.


And as the black, white, and gray rapidly receded, all the mummified bodies it had covered quickly transformed back to their human appearances, one by one stirring to life.


Among them, the one behind the bar, who was even clapping enthusiastically, turned out to be Ji Ping, the one who had given me the badge last night.


Ji Ping applauded as he picked up a bottle of liquor and filled the glass in front of Fu Qian.


Fu Qian noticed that the grey eyeball in the palm of Ji Ping seemed different from the last time they had met—it was tightly shut now.


The recent illusion must have something to do with that.


Fu Qian casually made an excuse, not taking the glass offered to him.


"Besides, your welcoming ceremony doesn't seem very friendly."


Chapter 86: King of the White Tower (Part 8)_1