The next morning, as sunlight spilled into the living room, Fu Qian studied the bracelet in front of him.
Though she was extremely reluctant, Tan Ying had kept her promise after losing the bet and handed him the unusual bracelet.
Now, beneath the sunlight, it looked smooth and full, clear as ice, and perfectly suited to his current skin tone.
That was right. To get his hands on it, he had not only lost 180,000 yuan but also used Blasphemous Embrace. He was still under the effects of the Loss of Color Curse.
Fu Qian held out his hand in the sunlight. His palm was almost translucent, refracting an uncanny sheen.
Yesterday, before Tan Ying noticed anything strange, he had excused himself and gone home, claiming it was an inauspicious day to meet friends.
As for Tan Ying's questions, he had responded with a mysterious smile, leaving her plenty to wonder about.
After he got home, he had decided to be cautious and stay away from the Warehouse until the Loss of Color Curse wore off.
But Fu Qian had hardly been idle. He had spent the past twenty-four hours thinking over everything that had happened recently.
By now, he could no longer treat this as a simple job.
It was obvious that he was affecting this world, especially after becoming a demigod.
As a man with principles, Fu Qian had no interest in manipulating people, nor did he want to harm innocent bystanders. That was why he had been willing to pay so much for the bracelet.
There was something clearly sinister about it. Yesterday, he had distinctly sensed that Tan Ying's body was in a state of unusual exhaustion.
On the one hand, this had given her an exceptionally healthy, vibrant appearance. On the other, he suspected that