Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1746 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-Five)

Whether or not that “it” that cannot be named actually exists is indeed an interesting question.

After all, theoretically speaking, the experiences along the way in Lengshan Town are enough to support the people in making up such a threat out of nothing.

And he had wandered around so many times at night, but not only had he not touched a single hair from beginning to end, but in his first healing dream, Dorian's methods were also full of misleading.

It can basically be said that every possible effort is made to make the outsider, who is the subject of the dream, believe that such an "it" exists, and then promote its actual appearance.

This undoubted fraud makes the possibility that "it" really exists even less optimistic.

It’s just that I didn’t give him face and didn’t cooperate at that time.

And the fact is that there will be no progress without pressure.

The last time the induction failed, Dorian obviously had no hope in this method.

But under the threat he brought, he knew that this was a treatment in which he could only win and not lose.

In the end, in such a difficult situation, Dorian decisively took out something new, a pure summoning tool.

Compared to the others, the strange fourth person obviously did not possess any special power gifts, but at the same time, his fear of the dark was extreme.

Therefore, it didn’t matter that he was killed instantly by the insect stream just now. The only meaning of his appearance here was to bring “it” out of the darkness without his cooperation.

  As for why he could do this?

Considering that he was so mediocre compared to the others, Fu Qian naturally thought of a certain attribute he had considered before - outsider.

It feels like the probability of this identity coming true is getting higher and higher.

And if this is true, the final fate of the patients that Dr. Dorian has ever treated does not seem very optimistic.

"Nice to meet you, what's your name?"

The thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and Fu Qian nodded slightly, responding to the greeting from the darkness.

After the opponent's attack was successful, he did not rush to expand his victory, but stood there quietly, examining himself who was standing firm.

……

It's not just a social etiquette.

Although he knew that Dorian was using this as a trump card to force him to retreat back to the church.

But Fu Qian was still quite happy to visit this executioner of the night.

Now we are looking for a special opportunity to break the deadlock. How can we let go of such a special thing easily?

If he had a choice, Fu Qian would undoubtedly hope that it really existed.

Even if Lengshan does not exist in reality, Fu Qian thinks it is worth it to pay homage to it in this way in the healing dream.

Although the other side's shape is far less abstract, it is even surprisingly "human".

It was not an indescribable thing hidden in the darkness, nor even a strange shape of flesh and blood. It was clearly a person.

The dark coat was so well-tailored that it seemed to blend in with the night, and one could even see the various metal pendants jingling on it.

Compared with this style which is difficult to evaluate its aesthetics, the hat on the head is visibly exquisite.

Although the shapes are similar, it is much higher grade than the one worn by the guy in the felt hat just now.

In addition to this stylish outfit, you can even see the face under the hat - it is indeed a human face, but it is really not recognizable.

Because every inch of exposed skin was pale with no visible wrinkles.

That's obviously not the original skin color, it looks more like it was painted over with paint. …

  Or paint mixed with ashes?

Although it was just a quick glance, he could feel a sense of familiarity, so much so that Fu Qian naturally recalled his recent exploration experience in the Sea of ​​Ashes.

Although the color is slightly different, they do look somewhat similar.

It can also be seen that this person likes this kind of dress very much.

Because not only its face, but also its left hand without a glove was the same color. I'm afraid it might have used this stuff to smear its entire body.

And what this hand was holding at the moment was a strangely long sword of exaggerated size, which seemed to be taller than its entire body.

However, the narrow blade was no longer painted white. Instead, it was soaked with a layer of wet liquid.

It was clear and oily, with no special smell, as if the knife had not been wiped clean in time after maintenance.

But the reason why Fu Qian paid special attention to this was very simple - it was this knife that directly split his heart in two, and it has not healed yet.

That's right, one can clearly feel that wherever the blade passes, a certain force is attached to the wound, giving it a vicious effect.

It doesn't simply prevent healing, but is more like telling the body that it has already healed.

For example, you can tell without lowering your head that not a drop of blood has flowed out of the cut muscles on your chest from beginning to end, as if they were glued together in the first place. It's truly magical.

It’s a pity that the other party didn’t seem to be very talkative. He was completely indifferent to the polite greetings in front of him.

Are you worried about getting powder stuck?

Fu Qian was not unhappy about this. He was even very understanding and found a reasonable concern for her based on her makeup style.

"Nice weapon, what do you call it?"

Of course, even so, such a good start cannot be easily let go.

It’s okay if you don’t like talking about yourself, you can start with your hobbies. Many people are quite proud of their weapons.

"Broken..."

As the saying goes, sincerity can move metal and stone. Faced with an opponent who was hit by its sword but not only stood firm but also communicated cordially, the white-faced swordsman finally responded.

In addition, if this is really the name of the weapon, it is easy to remind people of the descriptions of "it"'s atrocities by the people in the church.

This knife is really suitable for slaughtering living creatures. Coupled with the bloodless special effect, it really gives a feeling of taking pleasure in torture.

While silently commenting, Fu Qian even took out his weapon.

"I see. My name is Mercy—"

It’s just a pity that the other party doesn’t seem to be interested in this exchange of gifts.

After confirming that Fu Qian was really alive and well and showed no signs of falling down, the left hand holding the knife swung out again at incredible speed, directly cutting him off.

  when!

And this time there are even real sound effects, although they are still pre-matched.

His right hand, which was also empty, was wearing a metal glove, and he firmly grasped the long knife that had already cut part of his neck.

It was indeed fast and brutal.

When the first blow hit the vital point but had no effect, this blow was slashed directly across, trying to behead the person.

But not enough.