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

Beside the sickbed, three pairs of eyes—one large, two small—fell into an instant state of stasis.


At the center of their gaze was the absurdly advanced diagnostic method.


Did their eyes deceive them? This highly-paid special medical professional just swallowed a blood sample?


It was the first time they had heard of such an analytical method.


This went far beyond simply tasting it. It was clear that the blood sample, upon entering his mouth, was sent straight to his stomach without hesitation.


What's more disturbing was that, before this audacious gulp, the man had actually sniffed it first.


Watching him hold the instrument in his hand, inspecting it thoughtfully as though lost in contemplation, they couldn't help but recall his previous actions.


Adding to the eerie scene was his pale, gaunt face, conjuring uncontrollable associations with the legendary name—Vampire.


Chapter 1260: Loss of Image (4)