Chapter 1755 Bitter Fruit (Forty-Four)

Uh--

Golden flames rose, and the felt hat brother's last voice was crushed together with his neck, and his head and body fell to the ground together.

After the tragedy, although the proportion of people paying attention to this area was not high, it still successfully aroused a wave of screams.

ah--

This was followed by an even bigger wave.

The two pieces of corpses that landed on the ground were rapidly decomposing and separating into pieces, and then gathered into strands and spread to all directions, just like the changes after being killed by bullets last time.

The eyes attracted by the first wave of screams undoubtedly saw this scene, and instinctively ran away while screaming.

Next to the statue that was originally the most crowded in the entire church, for a moment only the front and the pile were left.

And as the closest flesh and blood body, he has undoubtedly become the first choice target.

"The power of fun."

Not only did he not hide before this, he even took the initiative to reach out and catch one of the especially huge ones.

As expected, this move triggered another scream, and people were already running to the outer reaches of the church.

"pity."

However, looking at where that line passed and his own flesh and blood quickly torn apart, Fuzen, as the person involved, looked a little disappointed.

It is indeed an astonishing level of power, but even if it causes damage to itself, it is not enough to induce the kind of true mutation.

Just like the things on Sarah, it has not become stronger than the last healing dream.

"You can do it, trust me."

He casually flicked away the thing that had climbed to his wrist, and the next moment he stepped forward and looked at the old lady in the distance.

The latter could not hide his horror, but he accepted the suggestion just now. The mouth of the potion bottle had been opened and he was holding it tightly in his hand.

Although Fu Qian's encouragement was abrupt, it still seemed to make her make up her mind.

Potions are splashed, water mist fills the air, and the once dreamy and blurry scene reappears.

Just like in his memory, the water mist soon gathered on the surging insect stream.

The latter, just like last time, quickly became transparent and even melted completely.

The gift potion is also as useful as ever.

"well done."

At the same time, Fu Qian was already standing next to the old lady and made an affirmation.

"So when did you receive this gift?"

The next moment his voice suddenly dropped.

"Or to put it another way, when did you start pronouncing that name backwards?"

…

The old lady's potion is real, this has been verified before.

It has even been verified more than once, and the effect is powerful enough to drive away evil.

But there is a problem. The medicine comes from the gift of Lord Akons.

And according to the current situation of this place, no matter how you look at Mr. Akons, something happened a long time ago.

As a result, until now, a small relic that has lost its source of power can still deal with a power of this level?

"...On the first night when I lost my response."

It seems that the biggest secret in her heart has been revealed. Even though Akons has the strongest psychological quality at present, the old lady's body can still be seen trembling slightly.

"I was just a little incoherent. I didn't expect to receive a response."

However, this did not prevent her from answering the question after being silent for a while.

"What after that?"

"Only that one time, and I never received a response again."

"Thanks."

After successfully understanding the source of the potion, Fu Qian had no intention of continuing to scare the old lady. He politely thanked her and turned around and left, ignoring anyone else.

It's time to find the right person for this trip.

Doctor Dorian has struggled with so many volunteers, hoping that the knife of the white-faced man will be sharper this time.

…

It turned out to be a gift from a long time ago.

It feels a bit like that Your Excellency who, after encountering a lot of trouble, tried to use that special way to get in touch with the believers - that long night.

If I remember correctly, during the long night that ended the age of mythology, more than one person emphasized that believers had lost the response of the gods.

Looking at the dark night sky in front of him, a certain idea that he had been speculating on naturally emerged in Fu Qian's mind.

An extraordinary system with faith at its core, a believer who was abandoned after one night. Did Akons really come from a thousand years ago?

But the foreigners gathered in the church just now clearly belong to a different era.

In what form does it exist? How did the foreigners come here?

And the first time I visited as a foreigner... Full Moon Garden.

In that place, does the old doctor with the sickle also exist in a "real" way in a similar way?

A certain thought that had occurred since the beginning of this mission reappeared, along with the scene of admiring the moon in the garden.

It's a pity that the night here is not so good. The only thing that is comforting is that it is not lonely after all.

when!

With a crisp sound, Fu Qian slapped a long knife away with his palm, preventing it from cutting his heart in half for the second time.

It's not that the sword has become weaker, allowing him to stop it easily if he is on guard.

It was just that he was too strong and had to be stopped.

Fu Qian was sure that if the knife hit, it would not only cause a wound on the body.

Really did not let myself down.

The same round hat, the same white face, the same knife.

The appearance of the attacker who suddenly appeared did not appear to have changed at all.

But Fu Qian was quite clear that the things standing there were already fundamentally different.

…

Is this the power of growth characters?

Living up to his own expectations, the white-faced man once again showed his uniqueness.

After the first attack failed, the opponent suddenly entered a familiar confrontation posture and was not in a hurry to strike again.

Fu Qian once again took the opportunity to observe the character in front of him.

This is the real goal of this healing dream.

As deduced earlier, the white-faced man is too weak, which is in sharp contrast to the other forces active in Akons.

And after screening it out because of this, how to use it to try to influence the real Akons is undoubtedly a difficult problem.

The first thing Fu Qian did was to try to complete the unfinished communication before, so as to intimidate Dr. Dorian and let him start the dream again, and use all resources to survive.

Facts have proved that with so many outsiders providing anchors, after believing in the existence of the white-faced man in the dark night, this man really appeared in a more exaggerated manner.

If you look at it purely from a rank perspective, Tokiyuki Yasui, who was first ranked as a new god, was nothing more than that.

Fu Qian glanced at the hand that had just slapped the knife out.

The increase in rank did not make the opponent's attack too fast to react, and even the knife did not hurt him.

But with one touch, a special and familiar change began to appear on the hand - losing color.

The feeling of being less connected to the world after using the Embrace of Profanity.

If his heart is broken with a knife again, I'm afraid he will really be sent away.