Chapter 1715 - 1710: Bitter Fruit (4)

Chapter 1715: Chapter 1710: Bitter Fruit (4)

Sure enough, not only did everyone know Hilary, but they were also very clear about what she was doing.

Miss Bride’s sentiment, although anxious, did not capture Fu Qian’s full attention.

Observing everyone’s reactions, he could easily confirm that no one really believed the situation he described was "much better."

Even Miss Bride wasn’t the only one reveling in schadenfreude; a middle-aged man with his face covered under a felt hat seemed on the verge of laughing out loud.

Isn’t it regrettable that Lord Akons’ brilliance failed to illuminate the surroundings? Your faith is really not pious enough.

"Why do you say that?"

While making internal comments, Fu Qian did not forget to maintain politeness and responded to Miss Bride.

"Hehe... Discovering a whole new aspect of oneself and discovering a new self are two completely different things."

Fu Qian finally focused on himself, and Miss Bride seemed very satisfied with this, even laughing out loud before the felt hat middle-aged man.

"It seems Hilary not only failed to cleanse your dirt, but even had the opposite effect. This is truly a rare case."

"Could it be that after going below, her faith also faltered?"

As she said this, the schadenfreude in Miss Bride’s voice became increasingly apparent, as if she was very pleased to see such a development.

...

"How could it be? I feel very good now."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian wasn’t willing to easily deny himself, and in his rebuttal, he even performed some chest-expansion exercises while sitting.

"If you really felt good, you wouldn’t be here talking with us. Outsiders who have been healed completely lose interest in communication; this is a pattern everyone knows."

This time, the previously silent Brother with hat, seemingly unwilling to relinquish the opportunity to mock, interjected.

"Oh?"

Furrowing his brows slightly, Fu Qian’s expression turned serious, and he turned to look at the most trustworthy-looking old lady.

"Is it really like that?"

This...

The old lady seemed reluctant, but unfortunately, not everyone was as kind-hearted as she was.

"What else did you think?"

The middle-aged man could hardly wait to respond sarcastically.

"I thought—"

Unfortunately, the disappointment he anticipated did not occur. Quite the contrary, the seriousness on that face melted away almost instantly like snow.

"Isn’t it possible that I went down there specifically to try it out and came back to tell you that it’s actually possible to communicate?"

The laughter suddenly turned wild, and there was no trace of doubt in Fu Qian’s words.

"Because it seems like you’re as afraid to venture outside as you are of going below."

...

The room fell silent.

It’s clear that the repeated emotional shifts in Fu Qian’s state left Akons’ followers deeply shaken.

Among them, the one most affected was undoubtedly the hat-wearing middle-aged man.

Realizing that the serious demeanor just now might have been entirely toying with him, even with his back against the sacred platform, he still couldn’t fully dissolve the negative emotion.

"Oh... So are you planning to go out as well and then come back to tell me I was wrong?"

Grasping his hat tightly for a long time, the middle-aged man finally put it back on his head.

Even so, the fierceness on his face was still evident when he spoke.

Really didn’t deny being afraid of going below?

It seems like everyone might share the same faith with Hilary, but she may be regarded as a heretical figure.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian felt nothing about this; he merely analyzed the information he obtained with detachment.

Could this be why she went down there alone?

"Why not? What did you think I was asking so thoroughly for?"

While pondering, Fu Qian, faced with the insinuations of the unhappy middle-aged man, responded without any hesitation, and even with justification.

Although at that moment, almost everyone was looking at him with a gaze concerned for his mental state.

"Are you serious? Are you really planning to go out at night?"

The middle-aged man’s expression had already frozen completely, and finally, the first to confirm was Miss Bride, who he had interrupted earlier.

One must say, as someone who seemed part of a great celebration, her lips were exceptionally pale, forming a stark contrast with Hilary below.

"Yes."

Fu Qian nodded, sensing that compared to others, this person’s mental state appeared more beautiful.

"Then I’ll go out with you."

And sure enough, she did not disappoint; in the next moment, Miss Bride laughed flamboyantly, as if she had finally found a kindred spirit.

"I’ve long grown tired of hiding like this, and I don’t want to come back anymore."

Glancing around, even when looking towards the statue of Akons, there was little respect in her gaze, appearing as if she had been driven mad by repression.

"How can that be, I have to come back."

However, this carefully cultivated atmosphere was instantly shattered by Fu Qian.

Tilting his chin towards the middle-aged man, Fu Qian wore a perfectly natural expression.

"I promised to come back and share my feelings, and besides, on Hilary’s end, after resting, I still have to go through a second session."

...

"Are you really going to undergo Hilary’s treatment again?"

Clearly, unable to counter Fu Qian’s steadfastness, Miss Bride, after her expression took on a sinister twist, focused on the "second session."

"Is there a problem? She told me I am currently too weak to endure."

Fu Qian looked at her with some curiosity.

"People who fail the first treatment usually have a strong aversion to the second."

At this point, Brother with hat spoke again, breaking his silence once more.

Though his tone was no longer as unstable as before, the fact that Fu Qian was so eager to undergo treatment again, even more so than "feeling great after treatment," seemed utterly unbelievable to him.

Aversion?

"Are you sure? Very few people find that kind of treatment repulsive, don’t they?"

Fu Qian recalled the feeling, which even he found hard to forget.

"Yes, and that’s why so few people still communicate with us... You’re quite a special character."

Fixing his gaze on Fu Qian, the middle-aged man delivered a meaningful comment.

"Do you really want to go down again to find Hilary?"

Before Fu Qian could offer any modesty, Miss Bride’s questioning followed closely behind.

Staring intently at Fu Qian, her face, long ruined by makeup, was filled with the shattered essence of legendary tales.

And paired with her words and form, the scene was truly bizarre to the point of being hard to look at.

"Yes."

It was unfortunate that Fu Qian clearly belonged to the realm of superhuman, nodding resolutely the very next moment.

"Seems... in the end, it’s just me after all, heheh..."

Miss Bride’s reaction was a supreme portrayal of the word poignant.

As she yanked off her veil and was truly swallowed by the darkness, her final laugh had unabashed madness.

Indeed, group dynamics are more efficient.

As Fu Qian agitatedly stirred up the situation, confronting their successive shifts in demeanor, culminating in this final abstract act, he let out a genuine sigh of admiration.

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