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

Liang Yuntian had once said that the mouse hole appeared in the basement, so it wasn't difficult to find.


Fu Qian took a few random steps and found the entrance to the underground garage.


It was evident that this place had aged, with massive space where only a lamp near the entrance was still lit.


Under the dim light, bicycles covered in dust and various other items were piled up in one corner.


Next to this pile of junk, the floor had collapsed in one spot, revealing a pitch-dark hole.


This must be it, yet the scene wasn't as horrific as imagined, nor could he see any mice.


Fu Qian walked up to the edge of the hole and stopped, a damp and warm moldy smell hitting his face, and he could vaguely see the rotten wood below, surrounded by mushrooms and moss.


Imagining a group of people, barefoot, jumping down from here to catch mice, he could understand why Liang Yuntian had run off.


Chapter 228: Worm of Erosion (18)_1