Sure enough, expressing goodwill also requires attention to methods.
In this greeting that was much more pleasing to the ear, although the war-scarred bride was showing off more of her surface area without hesitation, she still turned her head and looked elsewhere.
Her voice matched her persona, she was an old lady who looked kind and 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 this moment.
Hilaria was indeed right, someone had indeed seen her, a sick foreigner.
It was even more correct. 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 pitch-black 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 of it, and is also the farthest away from the altar.
"Is there something in there?"
He sat down directly on the empty seat next to him and continued to ask with curiosity on his face.
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"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, apart from 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 main person I paid today was an elegant and easy-going person. He was not like the adventurers in the movie, where 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, one cannot talk about evil spirits themselves, but generally publicize the evil consequences they cause, and one must learn to make innuendoes.
"You will be completely hopeless."
Facts have proven 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, which was covered with red velvet, was an emblem of the same shape as the one we 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.
With long hair shawl and a robe hanging from the waist, he not only has a calm demeanor, but also has extra parts on his body such as wings and tentacles.
The only special thing may be those 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?"
While appreciating and commenting, Qian paid without forgetting the business and asked questions smoothly.
"You will lose all humanity and hope, and you will never feel anything again!"
Obviously, it is rare to encounter this kind of demand, but after 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, it was disemboweled like an animal, crawling in endless pain, and its 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 his feelings, 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?"
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"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 looked unattractive 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. He finally 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."
But what was a little surprising was that the old lady not only really stared here and spoke, she even directly gave her a name.
“No secret is hidden from His insight, and His wisdom is like the deep sea.”
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Did you actually understand it to this extent? You thought it would be nice to have a symbolic honorary name.
Surprised by the detailed answer of the old lady, I immediately became more interested in this superior person.
The name is not strange, I have never heard of it before. As for the power, the image is indeed closer to an intellectual character, but the insight... I feel like I am a bit like a sage like us.
In addition, from this aspect, what Hilaria did below is vaguely similar to a certain extent.
Although the latter seems to be more inclined to gain insight into "self".
"So that's it."
With a tone that sounded both sighing and regretful, he looked around and finally responded to the old lady's initial concern.
"Thank you for your concern. After Ms. Hilaria's treatment, I have gotten better... It's like I have discovered a brand new self."
"Ah...that doesn't sound good."
As soon as the words came out, you could see that the old lady's expression was a little stiff at that moment, but it was the war-scarred bride who made the first eye contact who spoke.
White satin gloves covered her mouth lightly, with a perfect expression of surprise, but there was no trace of sympathy.