Chapter 1732: Chapter 1727: Bitter Fruit (21)
It shouldnât be something as simple as a Tree Infant.
Descending the stairs, Fu Qian cast one last glance at the building that finally emitted a faint glimmer, and silently drew a conclusion in his heart.
Even though the distance had grown so vast, the sobbing hadnât lessened a bit, just like the feelings he had last time at the Em House Palace.
But for Fu Qian, it seemed that it wasnât so simple, a false image created by a little thing following him.
At that time, he was limited by the Reminiscence Record, not even at the Demigod Tier; it was normal not to feel it, but this time there was no such discount.
Indeed, there was nothing, as if the Godson had already integrated into the whole of Akons in a special way, becoming some kind of essential attribute.
Itâs not a little fellow who might jump out at any moment that hates him, but a "World Will"?
Truly an honor, letâs hope it brings more surprises next.
Regrettably, until now, that "it," which cannot even be named, still didnât reveal itself.
Exactly, even though there was such a huge commotion just now, and intentionally walking in the darkness without any light, Fu Qian still hadnât encountered that legend.
Are you so negligent, living up to your renowned name?
Though he complained in his heart, Fu Qian naturally wouldnât understand it so simply but brainstormed the reasons.
Is he really so unwanted, or is there some other reason?
Of course, Fu Qian quickly dismissed the first guess, and his steps became heavier.
"Excuse me..."
A moment later, at the outskirts of the town, in the desolate, silent darkness, a small figure flashed out from behind a carriage leaned against a wall.
In the darkness, hearing becomes sharper, so despite the frail voice, Fu Qian believed that the volume was enough to stop him at this distance.
As he naturally stopped his stride, the other had already approached, standing at a distance.
"Did you see a person wearing a hat and slightly hunched passing by?"
The voice was cautious yet full of anticipation, very familiar at the same time.
...
They say the older you get in the worldly society, the more timid you become. Granny, youâre this bold?
Though Fu Qian didnât immediately speak up, he couldnât help but be filled with admiration at that moment.
Indeed, the person wasnât anyone else but the granny who had guided him along the way in the setup, and who had counseled him unsuccessfully in the healing Dream, ultimately giving him the Gift Potion.
Throughout the walk just now, without encountering that unspeakable brother, Fu Qian easily noticed this figure groping in the darkness.
Who could have thought, while the granny seemed so cautious before, she was actually the boldest one.
Even Ms. Sara, who was already half-mad, would only extinguish the lights and sit alone in a locked room when darkness fell.
Yet this one was not only covered in dust but even traveled the shadowy path without any lighting tools.
After sensing this unique nightwalker, Fu Qian casually designed a route to meet this person precisely at this spot, intentionally making his footsteps heavier.
Seemingly, the granny was still sharp-eared and clear-eyed, not needing to cause a larger commotion to be noticed.
"Hello."
Casually hiding the doll that might scare people behind him, Fu Qian even altered his voice slightly, replying.
In the church, people said it was rare for outsiders to come out after receiving treatment and still have the interest to engage with others.
Though the content from the Dream wasnât completely reliable, there was no need to risk startling the granny abruptly.
"How old was the person, and when did they come out?"
Despite not encountering anyone outside, the next moment, Fu Qian didnât rush to deny but instead inquired about more details.
...
"He is my husband, very old, thin, with a beard on his cheeks."
Apparently, the granny truly hadnât recognized it.
Seeing that Fu Qian was indeed a friendly and approachable person, she visibly let out a sigh of relief and earnestly described the features of the person she was looking for.
"He left a long time ago... It was too dark at the time; I got separated from him around here, and then he never returned home..."
Speaking towards the end, her tone was hard to describe as sad, more akin to numbness.
But the more it was like this, the more believable it seemed; she probably wasnât venturing out to search for the first time.
The grannyâs husband was actually lost.
Listening attentively, Fu Qian didnât doubt its authenticity while being greatly puzzled by this unexpected event.
"Doesnât everyone know itâs extremely dangerous at night? Why are you coming out?"
And he didnât mask his confusion, expressing his lack of understanding and not caring that he himself was wandering at night for leisure.
...
This question seemed difficult for the granny to answer.
Fu Qian could even see the peculiar expression that suddenly appeared on her face.
"We were originally going to the church..."
However, after a moment of silence, seemingly unable to restrain some long-contained emotions, she chose to confide in this stranger.
"Or rather, I was originally going to the church..."
"I thought it was the only safe place, where we could be sheltered... But he, like others, no longer believed in the old faith."
"Finally, on one unbearably long night, I insisted on going to the church... He insisted on sending me..."
"Unfortunately, we didnât get far, the light suddenly went out, and he told me to hide in an empty house while he went out to check the situation..."
So thatâs how it was, no comment on faith issues, but her husband seemed to have encountered that thing in the Darkness?
And almost because of her?
That indeed explains the grannyâs determination to venture out searching.
Fu Qian undoubtedly acted as a dedicated listener, listening attentively and occasionally nodding in response.
Additionally, it seems this woman sitting furthest from the idol in the church was more devout than Saint Hilary.
Is this why she could provide that Gift Potion?
Indeed, Fu Qian didnât believe the granny had lied, but she might not have told the whole truth.
Though the light was dim, it wasnât hard for Fu Qian to notice the area between the grannyâs nose and mouth was moist compared to other places.
And this was precisely the way she had told him the potion was used.
Brother Dorianâs healing Dream was surprisingly realistic in some aspects.
The granny seemed to have indeed received some special gift, allowing her to more easily avoid the threats in the Darkness, differing from the Dream version as it didnât glow.
This was likely her reassurance in convincing her husband to venture to the church at night, as well as her confidence in taking action.
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