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

This underground prison was undoubtedly a very grand construction.


Disguised as a prison guard, Fu Qian moved silently through the corridor.


The robe was obviously a bit too large, and the material was stiff and uncomfortable to wear.


However, considering the condition of its former owner, he could understand why.


With skin in such a state, it's unlikely they would feel chafed.


As he walked, he gathered information about his surroundings, and quickly constructed the layout of the prison in his mind.


His current task was to get out of there.


After identifying several possible exits, Fu Qian started moving towards them, adjusting his route and occasionally taking detours as necessary.


There were quite a few prison guards carrying teapots, all of them constantly on patrol.


And with the corridors being relatively narrow, Fu Qian wasn't confident he could get close without being recognized.


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