Is this the thing that releases the Godblood Curse?
Fu Qian silently mused as he examined the spoils in his hand.
His judgment was based on two aspects, one being the evidently high rank of the object, and the other, the chaotic oil paint on it, which still evoked a sense of discomfort even under these circumstances.
"How benevolent, since I, Lu, have accompanied you on part of your journey, I should bear some of your karma."
With his hands pressed together, Fu Qian contentedly stored the talisman and then took out a bill from his wallet and laid it on the table as payment for their afternoon tea.
Having completed all this, and before the Night Watchman could arrive, Fu Qian donned his mask, picked up the Headcage, and stepped out the door.
Assuming Marco's appearance was certainly not out of any perverse delight.
It seemed that the task he was facing this time was quite challenging.
And it is well known that to pursue the extreme, one needs to perfect every detail.
