Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Sure enough, expressing goodwill also requires attention to methods.

In this greeting that was much more pleasing to the ear, even though the war-scarred bride was showing off more of her surface area without hesitation, she still turned her head and looked away.

Her voice matched her appearance, and she was an old lady who looked kind-hearted.

He is thin and small, sitting on a chair in the corner. Although most of his hair is white, it is neatly combed together. He is looking over eagerly at the moment.

Hilaria was indeed right, someone had indeed seen her, a sick foreigner.

Even more than one thing was right. Looking out from the window, which was only slightly larger than the vent, one could confirm that it was actually night outside, with no stars visible in the dark night sky.

What else did Hilaria say?

Never go into that dark night?

"What do you want to do? Don't have any strange ideas."

The old lady who had been paying attention to Fu Qian undoubtedly noticed his movements and reminded him immediately.

"Thank you, but why?"

He was not in a hurry to refuse this kindness, and even stepped forward while thanking him before paying.

The church has a traditional cross-shaped layout. The core area is even smaller than the place where Hilaria stayed, and the old lady is almost located in the most inconspicuous corner and the farthest away from the altar.

"Is there something in there?"

Sitting down directly on the empty seat next to him, Fu Qian continued to ask with curiosity on his face.

…

"You shouldn't ask such a question, not everything can be discussed..."

However, after hesitating for a moment, the old lady directly gave a Voldemort-like description, implying the horror of the thing in the dark.

Even more than that, besides her and the bride, there were two other people in the entire church who all looked at her at that moment because of her question.

Such a stress reaction seemed to prove to a certain extent that her answer just now was not the alarmism of an elderly person.

"Then let's not talk about it."

Fortunately, the person I met today was an elegant and easy-going person. He was not like the adventurers in the movie. Taboos are meant to be broken. The next moment, he was very persuasive and gave up the question and changed his mind.

"But what will happen if we really go in?"

As we all know, we cannot talk about evil spirits themselves, but generally we have to publicize the evil consequences they cause, and we must learn to make innuendoes.

"You'll be completely hopeless."

Facts have proved that the effect of the strategy switch is immediate.

The person who spoke this time was not even an old lady, but a thin, middle-aged man with a beard and a felt hat.

His position is even the farthest from everyone, because half of his body is almost directly attached to the altar.

Behind the altar covered with red velvet, there is an emblem with the same shape as the one we just walked along, as well as a relatively well-preserved seated statue.

Even at a glance, it can be regarded as one of the most normal images that Fu Qian has seen in many religious buildings.

She has long hair shawl and a robe hanging from her waist. Not only does she have a calm demeanor, but she also has extra parts like wings and tentacles.

Perhaps the only special thing is the four eyes.

That’s right, there are no weird parts, but there are still some not-so-funny parts.

Underneath the long hair, there are two pairs of eyes of the same shape, and at the same time, compared with the peaceful expression of the statue, the exposed arms are indeed a little more muscular.

But from another perspective, it should be easier for everyone to believe that this superior being can protect themselves.

"So why is there no cure?"

During the appreciation and comment period, Fu Qian did not forget the business and continued to ask questions smoothly.

"You will lose all humanity and hope, and you will never feel anything again!"

Obviously, this kind of demand is rarely encountered, but seeing Fu Qian's thirst for knowledge, the middle-aged man pondered for a while, and his voice suddenly became high-pitched.

"And in that kind of distortion, being disemboweled like an animal, crawling in endless pain, and the internal organs were smeared on the stone bit by bit..."

"It sounds really scary."

He was very particular about waiting for the other party to finish expressing himself, and then he nodded slightly and made a comment before paying.

"But there seems to be a small problem here. If it is completely insensible, what is the source of endless pain?"

…

"Believe it or not, that's all your business. You can just go in and give it a try, and then I'll wait for you to come back and tell me the answer."

Apparently rigorous thinking is not always welcome.

At that moment, the middle-aged man in the felt hat was choked, and his expression was obviously not beautiful to the naked eye.

However, he was not sure whether it was because having the statue on his back made him have higher image requirements for himself. In the end, he maintained his expression control and responded to Fu Qian's question with a casual attitude.

Even after he finished speaking, he simply took off his hat and covered his face, no longer showing any interest in communicating with Fu Qian.

"So this is a church belonging to this god? I don't know what to call it?"

Of course, it was obviously impossible for him to know how much experience Fu Qian had in being disliked.

After letting out a long sigh of regret, Fu Qian didn't waste even half a second and directly changed the topic and the person.

Active closeness or alienation should be based on a certain degree of understanding.

The middle-aged man closest to the statue may be the best person to answer this question, but the old lady who is farthest away can also respond with certain expectations.

"Akons."

However, it was a little surprising that the old lady not only really stared at this side and spoke, but even gave a name directly.

"No secret can be hidden from His insight, and His wisdom is like the deep sea."

...

Is it really known to this extent? I thought it would be good to have a symbolic honorific name.

Surprised by the details of the old lady's answer, Fu Qian also became more interested in this superior.

The name is not strange, I have never heard of it before. As for power, the image is indeed closer to an intellectual character, but insight... It feels a bit like our sage.

In addition, from this aspect, what Hillary did below is vaguely connected to a certain extent.

Although the latter seems to be more inclined to insight into "self".

"So that's it."

With a tone of sighing, Fu Qian looked around and finally responded to the old lady's initial concern.

"Thank you for your concern. After Ms. Hilaria's treatment, I'm much better now... It's like I've discovered a brand new self."

"Ah... That doesn't sound good."

As soon as the words came out, it was found that the old lady's expression was a little stiff, but it was the battle-scarred bride who first made eye contact who spoke.

The white satin gloves covered her mouth lightly, and under the perfect expression of surprise, there was no trace of sympathy.