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

True experts only need to outline the essence of the problem.


The chaotic and bewildering atmosphere in the bedroom cleared instantly with Fu Qian's one sentence, escalating immediately into horror.


For the Winslow family, all three of them were undoubtedly rational individuals, and they swiftly grasped why "stay still" and "close your eyes" were being compared.


"Doctor, are you implying that there isn't actually a problem with her vision?"


Though addressing Fu Qian, by the end of her inquiry, Mrs. Winslow was looking at her daughter.


Jane's earlier discomfort wasn't truly physical, but rather prompted by a voice instructing her to close her eyes.


The thought itself was deeply unsettling—something Mrs. Winslow clearly didn't want to accept, deep down.


Yet past experiences made it impossible to ignore the sprouting seed of this notion once it took root.


It seemed the person involved felt the same.


Chapter 1268: Loss of Image (12)