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

The horrific scene at the campsite rendered everyone momentarily speechless.


Subconsciously wiping the blood from her face, the female team member let out a howl that was unlike any human sound as she stared at the writhing brain matter before her.


In terror, she frantically crawled and rolled backward in retreat.


Fu Qian, looking at the exploded head, frowned in thought.


There was not a trace of the Porcelain Doll in the dense brain matter.


What could be seen were fibers, soaking within, that upon closer inspection resembled tree roots.


Fu Qian suddenly had a bold speculation.


At that moment, the elusive Mr. Luo appeared, examined the body on the ground, and came to a conclusion.


The group exchanged glances, suddenly feeling the urge to cough.


"Are you trying to say a tree was growing inside his body?"


Delin looked up sharply, his face cold as he asked.


Chapter 89: Porcelain Doll (7)_1