Chapter 1746 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-Five)

Whether the "it" that cannot be named exists or not is indeed an interesting question.

After all, theoretically speaking, the experience along the way in Lengshan Town is enough to support the people to make up such a threat out of nothing.

And I have been wandering around so many times at night, and I have not touched a hair from beginning to end. In the first healing dream, Dorian's method is also full of induction.

It can be said that he has used all his tricks to make the outsiders who are the subjects of the dream believe that such an "it" exists, and then promote its real appearance.

This undoubted fraudulent behavior makes the possibility of "it" really existing even less optimistic to a certain extent.

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

And the facts have proved that there will be no progress without pressure.

The last time the induction was not successful, Dorian obviously had no hope for this method.

But under the threat brought by himself, he knew that this time it was a treatment that could only win but not lose.

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

Compared with the others, the strange fourth person obviously did not have any special power gift, but at the same time, his fear of the night was top-notch.

So it didn't matter that he was killed by the insect flow just now. The only meaning of his appearance here was to think of that "it" out of the night without his cooperation.

As for why he could do this?

Given that he was too ordinary compared to the others, Fu Qian naturally thought of a certain attribute he had considered before - a stranger.

It feels that the probability of this identity coming true is getting bigger and bigger.

And if this is true, the final situation of the patients that Dr. Dorian had received is not 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 night.

After the opponent succeeded in one blow, he did not rush to expand the results, but stood there quietly, examining himself who stood firm.

...

It's not just a pure social etiquette.

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

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

Now he was looking for a special opportunity to break the deadlock. How could he let go of such a special thing so easily?

If he could choose, Fu Qian undoubtedly hoped that it really existed.

Even if it did not exist in the real Lengshan, it was worth it to admire it in this way in the healing dream.

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

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

The dark coat was well-cut and seemed to blend into the night. You could even see various metal pendants hanging on it.

Compared with this shape that was difficult to evaluate aesthetically, the hat on the top of the head was exquisite to the naked eye.

Although the shape was similar, it was much higher than the one worn by the felt hat brother just now.

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

Because every inch of exposed skin is a pale white with no fluctuations.

It is obviously not the original skin color, but more like it has been carefully painted with paint.

...

Or is it paint mixed with ashes?

Although it was just a glance, it could feel a familiar texture, so that Fu Qian naturally thought of the exploration experience in the Ash Sea not long ago.

Although the color is slightly different, it does look similar.

In addition, it can be seen that this person likes this kind of dress very much.

Because not only the face, but also its left hand without gloves is also the same color. I am afraid that it is not directly using this thing to paint itself all over.

And at this moment, this hand is holding a strange long sword of exaggerated size, which is even taller than its whole body.

However, the narrow blade is finally no longer painted white, but instead, it is soaked with a layer of wet liquid.

Clear and oily, no special smell, as if the knife was not wiped clean after maintenance.

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

Yes, he could clearly feel that wherever the blade passed, a certain force attached to the wound, giving it a vicious effect.

It was not simply to prevent healing, but similar to telling the body that it had healed.

For example, without lowering his head, Fu Qian could know that the muscles on his chest that were cut had not shed a drop of blood from beginning to end, as if they were glued with glue at the first time, which was really magical.

It was a pity that the other party didn't seem to like talking too much. Facing Fu Qian's polite greeting, he was completely indifferent.

Was he worried about powder?

Fu Qian was still not unhappy about this, and even very considerately found a reasonable worry for him based on the other party's makeup style.

"The weapon is good, what do you call it?"

Of course, even so, such a good start would definitely not be easily let go.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t like to talk about yourself, you can start with your hobbies. Many people are very proud of their weapons.

“Broken…”

As the saying goes, sincerity can break the stone. Facing the opponent who was hit by it and 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 description of “it” atrocities by the people in the church.

This knife is really suitable for slaughtering living things. With the bloodless special effect, it really feels like torture for fun.

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

“So that’s it, mine is called 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 kicking with no signs of falling, the left hand holding the knife swung another knife at an incredible speed, interrupting him directly.

Bang!

And this time there was even a sound effect, although it was still Fu Qian’s.

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

It was indeed fast and ruthless.

After the first knife hit the vital point but had no effect, this knife was slashed horizontally, trying to behead the person.

But it was not enough.