Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2422 The Prophet is Dead (Twenty-Eight)

The brightness, which had initially decreased due to the removal of the Law Remnants, rose again at that moment.

Fu Qian's grabbing motion wasn't actually fast, but the black doctor was a bit half-hearted, and the next moment he was still firmly choked by the neck.

Uh ah—

This is the downside of being uncultured. If he recognized that golden flame, he probably wouldn't still be trying to maintain his composure.

The extraordinary criminal, who was ultimately prepared to die, only held on for a moment before beginning to struggle.

Familiar twists began to appear on his body as he desperately tried to stop the spread of that wisp of golden flame.

Unfortunately, it had no effect.

"Antidote."

After casually smashing an incoming bone, Fu Qian simply repeated the previous request.

"I've already said there's no antidote... are you still unwilling to face reality?"

Even as he struggled in agony, the quack doctor couldn't help but squeeze out a sarcastic remark through gritted teeth.

"Too mediocre."

At that moment, Fu Qian merely sighed softly, his manic rage continued, and his assessment of the black doctor remained unchanged.

"Some things are difficult to grasp the essence of simply by imitating them."

"It's clear you really want to play the role of someone who's having fun, but honestly, even if I were to put myself in that shoes, there are so many more fun options in your series of actions than repeatedly trying to create a persona here."

Even at the specific operational level, Fuqian provided professional guidance.

"In short, your performance from beginning to end makes me doubt that you have the ability to drink poison without an antidote... There may be others in this city who can, but not you."

……

Getting involved in something like this is something not everyone can do.

The difference between a pleasure offender and a pleasure imitator is enormous.

Fu Qian's meaning is simple: a black doctor might have the courage to come into contact with a power that he himself has difficulty controlling, but he would never use it on himself.

To torment the will of those at Unseen Hill, he probably doesn't have the guts to embark on a path of no return himself.

So there must be a way back. To use the analogy of poison, it's the "antidote"—is that really true?

"...Take it!"

As it turned out, even the Black Doctor couldn't hold out for long against the deliberately restrained madness.

At one moment, a hand rapidly extended and transformed, but instead of attacking, it burrowed into the human bodies piled up beneath its feet.

click!
With a crisp crack, another skull was forcibly opened, and something was taken out and handed over.

At first glance, it was a small, transparent bottle with a light pink liquid swaying inside, looking just like an oral liquid.

"Thank you."

He casually took the money and dropped the person off, not forgetting to be polite even before paying.

It's obvious that this guy's image as a comedian is just a marketing ploy; he clearly made a lot of preparations behind the scenes after arriving.

In addition to the stand-in in front of him, a medicine cabinet was even specially prepared.

"Just drink it... but it's only enough for one person, and that's all I have right now."

The black-market doctor, having escaped danger, didn't forget to remind everyone not to eat them separately.

However, it's hard to say that it was out of goodwill; rather, it once again demonstrated the will to survive.

After all, on the one hand, this means that one of the two people in the previous life must stay behind, and on the other hand, if the one who stays behind wants to leave, then he certainly cannot die—ah!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the golden flames reignited, completely engulfing him from head to toe.

It was clearly much more powerful than the slow simmering before. The black doctor only had time to let out half a wail before he was truly reduced to ashes.

"...Do you think he's lying to you?"

The changes were so rapid that it was hard to keep up. It wasn't until Fu Qian turned the lantern a little brighter, letting it shine its last rays, that Amber finally regained her ability to speak and expressed her disbelief at his actions.

"No, I believe this thing is real."

As he caressed the antidote, Fu Qian didn't even turn his head back; he simply gazed up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

The burst of flames illuminated the night for only a moment before returning to silence, and the darkness continued.

"Then why kill him? To vent your anger? Honestly, I don't think you're the kind of person who acts impulsively."

His answer clearly puzzled Amber even more.

"How could that be? Although the performance was a bit clumsy, I was quite satisfied with his performance as long as he stayed in the pot instead of making us search for it."

It wasn't surprising that she questioned him, and he gave an honest review.

"Weren't you hesitant about whether to go back before? Now you shouldn't need to hesitate anymore."

Uh……

Amber didn't seem to have thought of this so quickly, and fell silent again for a moment.

So there's still no movement?
He still ignored her reaction, and for a moment he was simply marveling at the darkness around him.

Of course, it wasn't to vent my anger. The shady doctor was such a despicable character that it was a waste to even glance at him.

As for helping Amber make up her mind? That was just a side effect.

As a demigod who is "closer" to the will of the Unseen Hill, if he were to be killed directly, even through the form of Mad Fire, would Brother Ji Feng have any reaction?

This is the question that prepayment is truly interested in.

This is also where, in his view, the Black Doctor can truly demonstrate its value.

Unfortunately, it seems that even with such a sacrifice, nothing has happened.

……

"I hope you gain something here, in whatever way."

After a short wait, Fu Qian, clearly no longer intending to waste time, finally turned to offer his blessing to Amber.

"Regarding Akasha's statement, although I don't think Lord Black Doctor is lying, to be honest, he's not very smart, and some of his words may not be credible even if he's not lying."

Not only that, but they even provided a goal to strive for, so that the other party could engage in mental struggle when they were bored here.

"Can……"

Amber seemed to have grasped something, but she still appeared to have some unresolved doubts.

As I gazed into the depths of the unseen hill, I couldn't help but hesitate to speak—and then the opportunity was gone forever.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the stranger open the bottle of medicine and drink it all in one gulp.

……

It is indeed the antidote.

It has absolutely no taste upon tasting; it's just like a bottle of discolored water.

However, in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian realized that his location had changed and that the amber had quietly disappeared.

The process didn't have that exaggerated feeling of waking up from a dream; it was as bland as the taste.

Although this low-key approach was quickly overshadowed by the colorful light signs.

I'm really back. Although it's still night, this place is much more lively.

It's even like going back to the very beginning.

Fu looked around and became even more certain that his previous understanding of the principles of poison was correct.

Indeed, he was quite confident; this was the place where the mission had begun.