Chapter 1746: Chapter 1741: Bitter Fruit (35)
The question of whether the "it" that cannot be named truly exists is indeed an intriguing one.
After all, theoretically speaking, the experiences along the way to Cold Mountain Town fully support the populace fabricating such a threat out of nothing.
And Iâve roamed the night many times without encountering a single hair, not to mention the initial therapy in the Dream had Dorianâs methods full of inducement.
Itâs basically exhausting every trick to make the outsiders, the subject of the Dream, believe there is such an "it," thus promoting its actual appearance.
This undeniable act of deception to some extent makes the reality of "it" existing seem less optimistic.
Itâs just that I didnât give face at the time and didnât cooperate.
And the fact proves that without pressure, there will be no progress.
Last time the inducement didnât succeed, and Dorian clearly did not have hope for that method.
But under the threat I brought, he deeply knew this was a treatment allowing only victory, not defeat.
Finally, in such dire straits, Dorian decisively came up with something new, a purely summoned errand boy.
Compared to others, that strange fourth person clearly had no special powers or gifts, but his fear of the night was top-notch.
So it didnât matter that he was just instantly killed by the Insect Flow; his sole purpose here was to summon that "it" from the night without my cooperation.
As for why he specifically can do that?
Given his conspicuous mediocrity compared to others, Fu Qian naturally thought again of a previously considered attributeâoutsider.
The probability of this identity being real feels increasingly likely.
And if itâs true, the eventual fates of those patients once treated by Doctor Dorian donât seem too optimistic.
"Pleasure to meet you, how should I address you?"
Thoughts quickly flashed through Fu Qianâs mind as he nodded slightly in response to the greetings from the night.
The opponent, after a successful strike, did not rush to expand the victory but quietly stood there, scrutinizing the unyielding me.
...
Itâs not pure social etiquette.
Though aware Dorian considers this a trump card to force me back to the church.
For this night executor, Fu Qian is still quite willing to meet here.
Right now, Iâm originally seeking a special opportunity to break the stalemate; how could one possibly let go of something special like this easily?
If given a choice, Fu Qian undoubtedly hopes it does exist.
Even if it doesnât exist in the reality of Cold Mountain, witnessing it in this manner in the healing Dream, to Fu Qian, is worthwhile.
Although the figureâs appearance is far from abstract, even startlingly "humane."
Not an unnameable entity hidden in the Darkness, nor a grotesque flesh-accumulation, instead it appears human.
Well-fitting attire, seemingly melded with the night, with its myriad metallic trinkets clinking on it.
Compared to the difficult-to-assess aesthetic of this appearance, the hat atop the head is visibly exquisite.
Though similar in style to what Ben wore, this is clearly much more refined.
Besides this sartorial flair, one can even clearly see the face beneath the hatâit is indeed a human visage yet unrecognizable.
Because every inch of the exposed skin is a ghastly white, revealing no texture or contours.
That is evidently unlikely to be the original skin tone, instead seeming as if meticulously painted.
...
Or is it paint mixed with bone ash?
A mere glance evokes a sense of familiarity, reminding Fu Qian of the exploration experience in the Sea of Ashes not long ago.
Although somewhat different in hue, there is indeed a resemblance.
Itâs also apparent this entity is quite fond of this disguise.
Not only the face, its ungloved left hand bares the same shade, likely smeared with this substance over the entire body.
At this moment, its hand grips an oversized odd-shaped long knife, even taller than itself.
Yet, for once, the narrow sharp blade hasnât been painted white; instead, it glistens with a layer of damp liquid.
Transparent and slick, it emits no special scent, as if it merely hadnât been wiped clean after maintenance.
But the reason Fu Qian pays particular attention is simpleâthe very knife had cleft his heart in two, and the wound still hasnât healed.
Indeed, one can feel distinctly where the blade passed through, some force adhering to the wound, imparting a sinister effect.
Itâs not merely preventing healing; itâs akin to telling the body itâs already healed.
For instance, Fu Qian knew without needing to look down that his sliced chest showed no drop of blood, like it had been glued shut immediatelyâtruly miraculous.
Regrettably, the opponent doesnât seem too fond of conversation, showing no response to Fu Qianâs courteous address.
Concerned about interference?
To this, Fu Qian remains unperturbed, even empathetically finding a rational concern based on the adversaryâs makeup style.
"Nice weapon, what should it be called?"
Even so, such a good beginning cannot be easily dismissed.
Not interested in discussing oneself? One can always start with hobbiesâmany take great pride in their weapons.
"Broken..."
As it is said, sincerity moves metals and stones; facing an opponent who withstood a slash and still amicably conversed, the white-faced swordsman finally responded.
If this is indeed the weaponâs name, it undoubtedly recalls tales of "its" atrocities among the church congregation.
This blade is truly fitting for slaughtering beings, paired with the no-blood special effect, it indeed exudes a sadistic pleasure.
While critiquing, Fu Qian casually drew his own weapon as well.
"I see, mine is called Mercyâ"
Yet regrettably, the other party doesnât seem interested in reciprocity.
Upon confirming Fu Qian remained vigorous with no sign of faltering, the left hand wielding the knife swung viciously once more, abruptly interrupting him.
Clang!
This time, there was indeed sound, albeit provided by Fu Qian.
His equally bare right hand wore a metallic glove, firmly clutching the long knife already grazing his neck.
Swiftly indeed, and cruel enough.
Missing the kill zone on the first strike, this swing aimed to decapitate in one go.
But not enough.
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