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

"Boss, I have a bad feeling about this!"


While cleaning up after the job, with no one around, someone from the team approached Delin and whispered.


It was a burly middle-aged man, who seemed to be just a bit younger than Delin, with golden hair that was beginning to thin on top.


"Let's talk about it when we get back."


Delin gave him a glance, clearly understanding his concerns but signaling not to talk rashly.


You could tell he held a position of respect normally because Mediterranean Brother immediately clammed up, though his expression still carried worry.


After digging a large hole to bury the creature's remnants, the cleanup was pretty much done.


Next, Fu Qian followed Delin and the rest of the group to a temporary camp not far away.


The camp was quite new, making it obvious that this team had just arrived.


"I've been feeling strange about this from the start, and now I'm even more uneasy."


Chapter 185: Porcelain Doll (Part 3)_1