Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1722 Bitter Fruit (XI)

"I have to say, you are indeed extraordinary."

Fu Qian's unpredictable attitude made things move forward efficiently, but it also obviously caused Dorian considerable psychological pressure.

So after Fu Qian really expressed his intention to go, he struggled with his thoughts for a while before he continued speaking carefully.

"I believe that someone like you would not bother to lie about such a thing... It's simple. Hilaria is the easiest one to find out of all the people because she is right where you were just now."

Dorian gestured in the direction of the door.

"No need for an address. Once you get out, find the tallest building in your field of vision and look for her inside. She will definitely be there."

So Hilaria is actually a practitioner in the faith industry?

It seems that Brother Dorian's diagnosis and treatment plan is also strictly adapted according to reality.

"Got it, what about the others?"

Following the direction indicated, Fu Qian looked outside expressionlessly.

The good news is that although the sky is a little gloomy, it is finally no longer dark outside.

As for why the lighting in the clinic is so dim that lights have to be turned on, the reason is simple.

The windows, which already had low light transmittance, were even covered with an extra layer of brown dust, so that when looking out from the inside, everything was blurry as if they had their own filter.

"No, it's still daylight."

At this point, Dorian once again gave that unpleasant laugh in response to his question.

"Of course, they won't go there even if it's dark. It's just a religion that has long since fallen, and there's no way they can help."

"In their opinion, the safest place is undoubtedly their own home. After all, you don't even know when it will get dark."

"When you came here, didn't you also knock on the window to ask for directions and then receive guidance?"

……

Lord Akons, the god of insight and wisdom, has actually been abandoned by his believers?

  And Ms. Hilaria is the last one standing?

In addition, it sounded like the old lady knew him probably because he, a stranger, had knocked on her window at that time.

It is easy to deduce more details from Dorian's description.

And it is obvious that this is not a peaceful place.

"It sounds like it could turn into nighttime outside at any moment?"

He shook his head slightly and continued to ask, not minding at all that he continued to expose his lack of knowledge of this place.

"Yes, there is no regular pattern of day and night here."

Dorian seemed to have adjusted his emotions completely, and he seemed quite satisfied with the reaction before him.

"It might be daytime one moment, but it might be pitch black in the blink of an eye, and you don't know how long you will have to wait inside..."

"Also, maybe you won't believe it, but I still want to kindly remind you that the treatment just now might be fake, but there really is an 'it' here, wandering around when night falls."

He even acknowledged the inductive element in the dream just now.

“That’s why there are fewer and fewer people in this place.”

"It's believable."

While Dorian was sighing, Fu Qian once again demonstrated his unpredictability. Not only did he not raise any questions, he even extended his thoughts.

"So the god that Hilaria served was also abandoned because of this?"

Faith has always been very resilient. Don’t you see that there are a lot of gamblers who have lost all their money in Yesheng City, but the major places of faith are still crowded with people?

One of the common situations in which a person can be firmly abandoned is when the filter is completely broken under great external pressure, such as a special threat. "Hehe, well... in short, you know, Akons has no way to deal with that terrifying threat."

However, at this time, Dorian chose to keep it a secret.

"Of course, if you don't plan to kill them all, then it's best not to mention this name in front of them. You know, they even changed the name of this town in order to avoid hearing this."

……

So this place was originally called Akons? It's so pious that it's visible to the naked eye.

From this point alone, one can seem to imagine a tragedy in which gods and believers abandon each other.

"But it doesn't sound like them, so you don't mind it too much?"

Not caring about Duolian's attitude, Fu Qian even finally withdrew his gaze and looked at him with a smile.

In this healing dream, the believers gathered again under the seat of Akons and regarded it as their only refuge.

From this perspective, Dorian can almost be called the pioneer of Chongli retro.

"Haha, I'm a doctor, practicality is the only criterion."

And the next moment, Dorian not only did not deny it, but even raised his demeanor to the peak with just one sentence.

"And obviously that scenario is the most convenient."

"That's true."

Fu Qian, who has extensive experience in dream manipulation, agreed with this for a moment.

It may be easy to leave sequelae, but faith is undoubtedly a sharp weapon for operating on the spiritual level.

From this point of view, it may indeed be more effective if the treatment takes place in a church rather than a clinic.

As "outsiders", unlike the indigenous people, they will not have much resistance on the psychological level.

In addition, for the main healing forces, these puppets need to be placed in a suitable scene to perform, and the church is obviously a good choice.

"But even so, your business doesn't seem to be doing well?"

Despite this, Fu Qian did not blindly agree, but gestured towards the empty bed.

"It's mainly because there are too few outsiders like you."

Dorian was stabbed in the heart, and even though he was in high spirits, he couldn't help but sigh after being stunned for a moment.

“Of course, I also need to fight for better tools.”

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on what Fu Qian was holding.

"I'm waiting for your good news. Remember, you don't have to be alive."

"As long as the body hasn't been dead for a long time, you can bring it here. Of course, it's better to be intact, especially the eyes and lungs, uh——"

The doctor's instructions came to an abrupt end, accompanied by the harsh sound of the seat rubbing against the floor.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Fu Qian, who had a gentle expression just a moment ago, still had a warm expression at this moment, but Dorian's long and slightly crooked neck was pinched by his free hand, and he couldn't even breathe.

Ding, ding——

Given that the doctor was originally of small stature, when he was lifted off the ground, the scene was almost like a replica of him pinching the puppet just now.

And under this calm yet shocking change, he almost subconsciously turned around and stabbed with the long spike in his hand.

However, even though the patient had no intention of dodging, the action was still stopped at the last moment, and the patient was instead gently tapped on the back of the fallen chair next to him.