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

As the reminder outside was given, the carriage indeed slowed down smoothly and came to a stop.


Fu Qian, however, seemed lost in thought, not even shifting his posture as he looked into the mirror.


The reflection, though twisted and distorted, still clearly showed the face of a middle-aged man—brown hair, clean-shaven, hollow cheeks, and a stern, unsmiling expression.


Paired with the assortment of medicine bottles and tools in the medical kit, it was evident he was now playing the role of something akin to a doctor.


But more strikingly, this was a face entirely unfamiliar to him.


He initially thought he'd get a name from the coachman.


However, when the coachman reminded him earlier, there seemed to be an intentional avoidance of that detail, only helping affirm his guess regarding the profession.


Adding to the eerie mood was the fact of a midnight house call.


"Doctor, thank you for your trouble on the road."


Chapter 1258: Loss of Image (Part 2)