Being able to stand up after getting shot was one thing; being able to stand up after getting shot in the head was another.
Not to mention being able to talk.
Through the hole shot through the door, Fu Qian could clearly see Head-Peeking Brother's face again. He confirmed it was indeed a mess of crimson, even riddled with tiny splinters of wood.
All of this proved that the shots had hit their mark. The gun even seemed to pack a decent punch.
But that was precisely what made the whole situation turn surreal in a hurry. He was sure the person on the other side would realize it soon enough, too.
"That hurts!"
Sure enough, Head-Peeking Brother didn't even wait for a response. The next moment, he froze in place and instinctively reached up to touch his head.
That was how quickly he found a bloody hole in his face.
At the rate it was healing, it would probably be mostly filled in after just a couple more sentences.
That's right: an astonishing ability to regenerate flesh.
"How could this... What's going on? I was shot."
The man was clearly shaken. He touched his face and even the rest of his body in disbelief, then at one point looked up at the hole, forgetting to dodge.
"Am I dreaming—"
Bang!
Unfortunately, his confusion was interrupted again. With another gunshot, his left shoulder was left a bloody mess, too.
"Think about it again. Why would there be a key?"
Having finished his attack, Fu Qian emphasized a different question this time.
This was the Inner World.
When silence fell once again on the other side of the door, Fu Qian supplied an answer in his mind.
That's right. What else could such a high concentration of the supernatural mean?