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

Fu Qian was quite certain that his sleeping posture just now was flawless and would not be recognized.


Therefore, for the person lurking in the dark, if the target were truly him, there would be no need to hide and wait; it would be much simpler to just come up and chop him down.


That sharp hunting posture clearly indicated the target was someone else.


This was a real hunt, and it seemed The Sect wanted him to witness this as a bystander.


Watching the drama unfold was something Fu Qian naturally didn't mind.


After enjoying the night view for less than ten seconds, he put on his coat and walked into this deserted nightmare.


Downstairs was still well organized; he could even see the bills Mrs. Harper had arranged before bedtime.


It seemed that only living beings were excluded besides chosen targets like himself.


This was quite a fine tactic, minimizing collateral damage from the operation, especially in such a place.


Chapter 1238: Hunting Observation