Chapter 1745 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-Four)

Ah?

Fu Qian was naturally watching Dr. Dorian's trump card the whole time, the new tool man who was highly expected.

However, until it was completely motionless, a bunch of insects came in and out of its mouth and nose, and there was still no miracle.

Even the latter's flesh and blood were being rapidly assimilated, and the insect flow was strengthened, and continued to flow around.

I was wrong before. Compared with Ms. Sarah, this thing is more suitable for studying fluid mechanics.

And those who can be selected to be included in the church are indeed not ordinary people.

The man in the felt hat who seems to have the strongest desire to survive, so that his faith is not a problem at all, actually has an extraordinary power behind him.

Without the protection of Lord Akons, this Lengshan Town really feels like a group of demons dancing in disorder.

Although the form does not look so advanced, from an extraordinary perspective, Fu Qian is quite clear that this torrent released by himself represents a rather bad flesh and blood pollution.

He has the immune distortion effect after wearing the divine skin, it may be helpless, but the demons do not look like a united front.

After the long-haired foreign man fell to the ground, the remaining two were also quickly locked.

The insect stream did not seem to let anyone go.

"Get out of here!"

Under this direct threat, the drooping brother finally did not maintain his pessimistic look, and jumped up and picked up the chair to try to smash the insects.

Poof——

He even smashed a few of them.

It seemed that he was recognized by the holy sword and was tainted with some power.

The moment the chair in the drooping brother's hand fell to the ground, it was shattered along with the surrounding insects and even the ground, turning into a pile of paste.

But after all, he did not hold the real holy sword, and the movement of the insect stream was only slightly affected, and it quickly continued to move forward.

It even seemed that even if there was a holy sword, it would be useless.

As if it was a recoil shock, his two hands were deformed to the point that it made people feel painful, and he could no longer hold anything, and only his legs could run desperately.

"Please guide us!"

Just as the insect stream was about to grow stronger again, a familiar and trembling voice sounded in time, it was the old lady in the corner.

As the person farthest from the statue of Akons in the entire church, she undoubtedly had the most chances to escape.

However, it seemed that she was not going to hide in the darkness alone, although the potion in her hand had been opened.

The next moment, the symbol of grace with a trace of fluorescence was thrown directly into the air by her.

…

It was obviously different from the previous usage. In theory, the potion should only be a detection tool.

However, under the reflection of the candlelight, the little remaining liquid actually dissipated directly into a ball of water mist in the air.

Even this water mist seemed to be alive. After a while of rolling in the air, it seemed to have found its prey and rushed towards the insect stream on the ground.

It moistened things silently, but it seemed that wailing could be heard.

At the moment of contact, the movement of the insect stream became sluggish, and it seemed that the water mist that was constantly condensing on it was even making it lose its color quickly and become as crystal clear as water.

And by the end, they could no longer even maintain the last outline, completely dissolved into a ball, and lost their vitality.

This gift of potion actually miraculously eliminated the pollution.

From the eyes of the panting drooping brother who fled to the old lady's side, it can be seen that on the one hand, he was not so calm in the face of death, and on the other hand, he could not understand why he was saved in this way.

Although Fu Qian could understand it to a certain extent.

Before shouting that sentence and pouring out the potion, although the old lady had been praying silently, it was not difficult to master some lip shapes.

And Fu Qian was very sure that she silently recited a name at the end.

It's just that it's not certain that it's Akons, and it's more like "Skoner" in the inference.

Will that kind of existence also change its name? Or was it really just a mistake before?

The reason why the old lady can have a gift potion that others don't have is because only she knows the real name?

The object of faith in the past only responded to her at a certain moment?

It has to be said that this place really brings many interesting questions.

"Thank you."

Of course, now is not the time to study theology quietly. Fu Qian nodded slightly at the old lady and thanked her for her help as soon as possible.

Although there may not be much threat, there is no doubt that he is the main target of the insects, and the old lady's behavior undoubtedly helped save energy.

The next moment, without waiting for the other party to respond, Fu Qian turned around and walked out, passing through the door he had walked through more than once into the night.

...

Dorian's control over the tools is indeed not as good as his own.

Although there are demons in the church, he obviously can't drive everyone to besiege him together.

The troubles encountered after coming up are not even as good as those of Sarah alone.

Perhaps it is related to the special form of puppets. In order to reflect the abilities of the real owner, they need to be given a certain degree of freedom.

As for why he suddenly left the church, it was certainly not because he felt that Dorian had no work, and he was going to stay in the dark for a while and leave according to the last method.

Since the doctor prescribed the medicine, it must be meaningful.

This time in the dream, Fu Qian did not hesitate to show his lethality.

And he believed that Dorian would know very well that as long as he escaped from the dream successfully, the only fate waiting for him was death.

So in this case, Fu Qian did not think that he would have the leisure to do anything boring.

For example, the extra suspected foreigner could not just be used to make up the numbers.

In fact, when he saw the frightened look, Fu Qian had a vague guess about the purpose of the newcomer's appearance here-

Swish!

In fact, there was no sound, which Fu Qian helped to make up.

Because at that moment, something passed through his chest, cutting the flesh there, and even splitting the heart that had just been stuffed in into two.

And the magical thing is that with all these changes, all the feelings that should have been related to it, including pain, seemed to have left along with the sprayed blood.

That was a much more wonderful feeling than watching yourself being cut after local anesthesia.

As for who brought this feeling, it seemed easy to guess-the "it" whose name cannot be said.

After many visits without meeting, I finally had the honor to meet here.

And I was only a few steps away from the church.

This was in stark contrast to the last time Sarah shouted all the way but still didn't let me see "it".

And this should be the meaning of the extra fourth person.

The strong fear and certain characteristics made him make the horror in the dark come true without my cooperation, and then made me unable to stay outside.