Chapter 1713: Chapter 1708: Bitter Fruit (Part 2)

This mission undoubtedly has a rather unique style.

The black silk lady in front of me seems to be understood as a kind of doctor-like role, only the treatments are quite unconventional.

Combining her few words with the contents from the profile, it can roughly be deduced that the so-called mental impurity is not traditional dark, evil, twisted sorts, but has reached the metaphysical level of ’the Bodhi tree has no trunk’.

To the point that people worry if the treatment is a great success, it might directly ’achieve true enlightenment’, returning to one’s original nature.

Especially since the name of this mission item is even called ’Bitter Fruit’, which inevitably leads to associations.

So Fu Qian did not rashly accept the invitation to start the second course of treatment.

And through simple exchanges, it is also evident that the other party doesn’t love expressing herself too much, thus Fu Qian chose to be more proactive in this conversation.

As for why not force her to express herself?

Fu Qian rubbed a ring on his hand that was as dreamlike as an illusion.

Very simple, just at this moment he has confirmed that the Clear Dream is in an unusable state.

And aside from this usual compelling method being ineffective, this performance seems to subtly prove one point, which is that the reality of the current place is questionable.

The Clear Dream always has a repelling characteristic, like the time at the Ring Islands, in the cyclic dream controlled by Brother Jin Ting it couldn’t unfold.

Although after upgrading with the Holy Grail Sect’s heritage the success rate was quite good, it also led to this defeat being more worthy of attention.

Thus at that moment, Fu Qian decided to assume the worst-case scenario.

That is, what lies not only in unreality, but also somewhere in this special space-time, there’s a masterful presence observing one’s every move in the shadows.

So let’s respect the current role and play along, not rushing to violent operations.

"If you think it’s useful, then I could try listening..."

After a long gaze, the black silk lady finally nodded her head.

"You may start, outsider."

...

This final appellation is indeed very interesting.

So I am not even a local but came all the way, seeking medical advice?

Fu Qian’s mind ran wild for a moment.

The last time the warehouse arranged a similar identity for me, wasn’t it during the first mission?

The experience of accepting this part-time job for the first time and then entering the Full Moon Garden naturally came to mind.

Honestly speaking, whether the black silk lady or myself, the attire decorations indeed have a hint of classical aesthetics.

"First, I want to express my thanks. Just now, at that moment, I truly touched upon letting go of shackles and genuinely using my heart to reflect everything."

Of course, those far-fetched associations cannot clearly be seen outwardly.

At the same time, Fu Qian is even expressing his gratitude sincerely.

"And right when I wanted to completely embrace that joy, I was actually interfered with by something difficult to describe."

...

The black silk lady indeed exercises economy in words, faced with Fu Qian’s eloquent and emotion-filled narration, she had no intent to interact, simply listening quietly.

"It’s like... at that moment, another personality suddenly appeared in my body."

However, for a mature actor, this is not a problem at all.

Without a trace of anomaly on his face, Fu Qian continued to immerse in that inner struggle and even provided a highly realistic metaphor.

"He took advantage of the void, quickly deciphered everything from another perspective, and his will is so strong that now—who am I?"

Fu Qian paused, his eyes bearing a struggle as if it were real.

"I can’t just regain that joy, I can’t even distinguish anything, including who I am—"

"Hilary..."

"But you at least know who I am, right?"

As the saying goes, the audience isn’t enthusiastic only because the actor’s skills are lacking.

After a seamless scene of emotional maneuver, it seemed that the black silk lady, who would prefer to embrace you twice than speak another word, finally spoke.

"Hopefully, this can help you anchor yourself in reality."

While revealing her name, her voice still held that kind of near-death-like serenity.

"But besides this, I’m sorry I can’t do more, I can’t even imagine your feelings."

"Perhaps you could go up there and have a look. I believe that when an outsider like you arrives at this place, many people will notice you..."

"Of course, be sure to remember not to leave the church when it’s dark outside... unfortunately, I haven’t been able to sense this point for a long time."

...

It’s dark, can’t randomly leave?

About the effect of emotion manipulation, Fu Qian was still quite satisfied.

Hilary after all revealed some interesting information.

It’s not hard to imagine this is the underground space of a church.

Many similar constructions have spaces like this, for placing skeletons, coffins, and such.

And from Hilary’s words, it seems she’s been down here for so long that she lost the concept of day and night.

As for what’s in the night and why one must be so cautious, from the statue-like face once she stopped speaking, it’s clear she no longer intends to answer.

"Thank you."

Even so, Fu Qian still demonstrated the quality of a transient population, thanked earnestly and then took his leave, leaving Miss Hilary perfectly merging with the surrounding.

...

It must be said that this underground part is exaggeratedly deep.

Ascending along the long stone steps, Fu Qian recognized the side’s already faint decorative emblems, confirming he hadn’t seen them anywhere.

But this doesn’t seem to mean it is an abandoned faith—perceived increasingly clearer, in the above ground that was getting closer, there were more than a few auras.

Even their appearances challenge imagination more than Miss Hilary.

White satin, lace edges, exaggeratedly flared skirt... standing on the last step, Fu Qian’s gaze naturally landed in this not-big space, at the most striking figure.

No matter the angle, it seemed to be a bride.

Though her hair tied-up is somewhat messy, the refined makeup appears washed away by tears, the long skirt hem stained by dust and dirt no longer pure and flawless...

And upon noticing my gaze, not only did she not tidy herself, she even smiled while lifting her veil to reveal her snow-white neck and back covered in dense slender scars.

Isn’t the styling of this supposed dream a bit exaggerated?

Nodding in response to this enthusiasm, Fu Qian couldn’t help but comment.

"How are you? Do you feel any better?"

And at this moment, a voice of remarkable kindness came from another direction, showing concern for him.

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