Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1754: Chapter 1749: Bitter Fruit (43)

The underground is getting more and more lively; it feels like successfully triggering a bug.

No wonder it’s called the Healing Dream with a mission to cure, Doctor Dorian’s scene setting is indeed singular, as we are still in the stone chamber below the church.

Standing in the middle, Fu Qian, this time, without a doubt, was caught in an ambush on all sides.

Even though in all directions, the four Hilarys looked astonishingly identical.

This time not only was there no Xi II wearing the veil backwards, everyone’s image and even demeanor were almost indistinguishable, even their sitting posture was the same.

Peaceful like a saint, just like Hilary’s final look in the church.

And at this moment their gazes were all converging, softly calling out.

Indeed, not a good sign.

In the face of the upgraded version, whether other dolls are still usable is one thing.

Based on the last experience, the extra dolls tend to acquire a distinct personality trait, just like Xi II.

So theoretically, this should be a scene of a four-fold dissection of identity.

As for the scene before our eyes, one possible explanation is the complete resolution of the Bitter Fruit within her, and Miss Hilary has been completely transformed, devoid of greed, anger, or delusion.

Of course, thinking positively, to some extent, this state might even enhance the effect of a group embrace.

But I choose to decline.

Without needing treatment, just saying I’ll go relax for a while, Fu Qian smilingly averted his gaze, no longer paying attention to the earnest retention, and directly stepped onto the stairs.

Even though the sweet fragrance in the air made it difficult to make this decision.

"Outsider..."

And at this moment, the call came from above.

"Did you hear a special voice?"

...

Of course, I heard it, and it was like you were running like the wind.

Veil and white dress, Fu Qian looked at Ms. Sara’s neurotic eyes, thinking to himself.

Even faster than last time, Doctor Dorian is truly relentless.

As expected, no matter to what extent being stimulated by his seemingly in-control posture, as long as I truly dive into his arena, no matter how incomprehensible, Dorian will absolutely become supernaturally possessed, striving to "cure" me with all his might.

For instance, Miss Bride’s even faster speed.

This path Fu Qian had walked, perhaps Sara was sprinting down as if in a 100-meter dash.

"Yes, a child’s crying, is it your child?"

As for the inquiry, Fu Qian also smoothly proceeded with the conversation.

"...Of course, have you seen it?"

Sara hesitated for a moment, her voice suddenly more urgent.

"No, how about the child’s father, have you seen him?"

Fu Qian smoothly countered.

Father...

Under the pull, Sara’s emotions visibly broke down, and in an instant, she let out a scream.

"You understand nothing, you will never understand—"

Her lines still followed the style from the last time.

Unlike Hilary’s change, this one seemed less thoroughly enlightened, still in progress.

As the evaluation results instantly came to him, Fu Qian once again acknowledged Hilary’s insightful nature and sidestepped the splattering blood drops.

Because, at the same moment, Sara was already tearing open her abdomen faster than last time, and then her body rapidly swelled—boom!

Only this time, there wasn’t even a need for the Gospel Blast’s enlightenment, her body simply exploded with Fu Qian’s mundane punch.

The contents burst out, unavoidable.

Fu Qian didn’t avoid it either, and passed straight through this cave of flesh and blood.

Just speed isn’t enough.

The power level behind this was previously remarked to be high, and it’s still very high this time.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t any higher.

The pollution suffered by the local inhabitants seems completely unaffected by Dorian’s augmentation.

The uniqueness of the pale-faced people increased.

...

"It’s really lively today, so many people came!"

At a speed not much slower than Ms. Sara’s, Fu Qian took the final step and entered Akons Church.

In the next moment, adhering to the previous efficient style, he proactively greeted without approaching.

And this greeting was by no means spouting nonsense.

Earlier, it felt lively below, but compared to this, it’s not in the same dimension.

At this moment, this not-so-large church was crammed with dozens of people, barely any room to step.

Not letting his intimidation efforts go to waste, Doctor Dorian used every ounce of his strength, successfully creating the most luxurious stage for himself.

Is this the legendary mutual accomplishment?

Unfortunately, even with so many people, not many actually looked over after the greeting.

Apart from the three local inhabitants, the rest, whether well-dressed or in rags, their demeanor was astonishingly uniform, clutching their heads, shrinking their necks, shivering.

The outsiders’ experiences don’t seem too pleasant, most of them were spooked senseless by local legends.

Seeing even those unconsciously clustering together, Fu Qian naturally thought of the pile of clothes tangled together inside the tower.

"What exactly is going on here?"

This time, it was none other than Brother Felt Hat, who was nearly squeezed out from beside the statue, who first spoke.

It was clear he found it hard to understand or accept this situation.

"Isn’t it simple, everyone is afraid of the dark."

At this moment, Fu Qian also squeezed in; the spot beside the statue was indeed the liveliest place, in times of crisis, faith can still bring comfort to people.

"These are all people settled in Cold Mountain, don’t you recognize them?"

"...Nonsense, I know they are outsiders, some faces are familiar too, but they never stayed here after treatment."

Unfortunately, Brother Felt Hat was as always unstable and impolite, and anger flared instantly with Fu Qian’s question.

So he does remember.

Not paying attention to the attitude, Fu Qian quickly assessed the information within.

Brother Felt Hat and the others are a reflection of the local inhabitants in reality, so although they don’t know the outsiders ultimately became dolls, having related memories is reasonable.

But this simultaneously represented a situation, that these people are different from him; they indeed moved through Akons in reality, without encountering that "glass."

So I’m an exception, why?

Reflecting on the reason, it’s easy to think of his Administrator identity.

While resolving the issue of Bitter Fruit, I was also targeted by it.

Is it this strong?

Recognized my Administrator identity at the first moment?

Based on past experiences, the arrangements in the warehouse are still trustworthy, with rare integration issues.

"Is it possible you just don’t get out much?"

In the midst of pondering, casually responding, Fu Qian’s hand was already placed on the other’s neck.

"Get ready."

At the same time, he turned to look at the dazed old lady in the distance, gesturing to her hand.