So you are not even a firefighter this time, but a psychiatrist?
As soon as the idea of observing words and colors appeared, Fu Qian seemed to have another understanding of the nature of flames.
According to previous inferences, flames are similar to pollution of unseen hills.
If the entire Unseen Hill is the incarnation of one person's will, then is this actually considered spiritual pollution?
It's a pity that curing diseases and saving lives is not my strong point.
And this is very difficult to the naked eye. Let’s not talk about the condition. As a doctor, I seem to be completely unable to communicate with the patient.
Wait, who says it can't be done?
The next moment I paid attention, I remembered my first experience of entering the central hall of the lake - the sky was full of ghosts chasing and blocking me, and the evasion routes were blocked one by one, leaving only one passage in the end.
Isn’t this the only “road” a message conveyed to oneself?
Even after he took the initiative to be embraced by the ghost and further integrated into this world, the fate Yuan Fang saw was in the same category in a broad sense.
Is this how patients talk to themselves?
Although it is a bit metaphysical, when violent methods will only make the condition more serious, communicating with the "patient" and guiding him to self-purify seems to be the only option.
But this obviously creates a paradox - if you don't integrate into the world, you can't communicate with the patients and you can't guide them; integrating into the world means being bound by fate. The future that Yuan Fang sees will definitely become a reality, and the mission is doomed to fail.
The feeling of invulnerability, is this the legendary destiny?
…
In any case, the same sentence remains. If the task failure prompt does not appear, it means that there must be a chance.
Looking at the bright side of everything, his decision to deal with the aborigines was undoubtedly the right one - Yuan Fang was the only one who could show him his destiny.
"So this is why the Crystal Demigod doesn't like you?"
After making up his mind, Fu Qian looked at Akasha with a smile.
"My friend has turned into a criminal. I can understand how he feels."
"You talk too much."
It seems that because of Akasha's self-narration, Crystal's mood has calmed down a bit.
But when faced with the previous comments, her tone remained cold.
"It makes sense, you need to concentrate when eating."
Unexpectedly, Fu Qian nodded and agreed with her statement.
As he spoke, he made a gesture, and the old man just now poked his head out from the corner, his body visibly shaking.
The ice shock just now obviously caused this effect on both the mental and physical levels.
But it was probably Ballard who gave special instructions, and even so, he still stuck to his post and did not run away.
"It's time to serve."
Fu Qian looked at him with a pleasant expression.
Five minutes have expired.
Akasha and the others obviously didn't expect Fu Qian to pay so much attention to this, and they didn't know what expression to make for a moment.
Before paying, he didn't care about this. He looked at the dinner plate that the old man put in front of him, and after filling his mouth, he was very satisfied with his decision to choose this place.
"Don't you want to eat?"
Seeing that Akasha and the two were indifferent to the food, Qian felt deeply that what he had given her was a waste.
"You're not hungry yet, I just want to see you eat."
Akasha forced a smile.
"That's such a shame."
He sighed regretfully before paying.
"We won't have anything to eat soon."
It's not that exaggerated, right?
These words made Akasha a little confused.
Is this a satire that Crystal lost her temper just now and turned the restaurant into an ice cave?
But the latter has obviously calmed down, and the frost is quickly dissipating. Even if it freezes, it won't be over immediately.
Fu Qian ignored her doubts and took the time to fill his mouth with another mouthful.
…
In view of the two Akasha's own thoughts, the restaurant was extremely quiet for a while, except for the sound of chewing before paying.
And just when he swallowed his second mouthful of food, an extra person suddenly appeared on the only empty seat at the table.
His eyes were dull and his face was pale. He was none other than the old man Xiumeng who had just parted ways not long ago.
This guy was obviously not in a good mood and had a cold face when he showed up.
However, his two bodyguards turned a blind eye to this and were thinking about their own concerns.
…
"Didn't you go back?"
While sighing in his heart, Fu Qian said hello to Xiu Meng.
The scene in front of me is a bit like Neferi's appearance at that time. Even the demigods were blinded and could not detect the abnormality.
But as someone who has experienced it, Fu Qian knows that there are fundamental differences between the two.
The current state of Akasha and the two of them is more like their cognition being replaced by hallucinations, and what they see is not a realistic picture at all.
It's like the surveillance video being swapped in a movie - in fact, it's the same now.
Mr. Xiumeng just lets himself see him sitting here, but it doesn't mean that he must be sitting here.
You must know that as a carefully designed trap, in addition to Akasha and two people as bodyguards, there are heavy soldiers monitoring it from a distance.
It's one thing to confuse the three of you. Could it be that Xiu Meng also used illusions on these people one by one to make them turn a blind eye?
As for why he was not the only one who was hit by the attack, Akasha and the two were actually fine. The reason was also very simple - even if they couldn't see Mr. Xiumeng here and found themselves talking to the air, the two of them would not react at all?
The only explanation is that they couldn't see this scene.
"Mr. Andile."
The cordial greeting before paying obviously made Mr. Xiumeng feel complicated.
But the matter was urgent, so this person quickly took a deep breath and explained.
"The things are not done yet, so don't leave in a hurry."
"Are you asking for guilt? To be honest, I am innocent, and didn't you escape smoothly?"
"Of course not, it's just a little trouble."
Xiumeng shook his head slowly.
"I came here this time to ask you something. Since it's not very convenient here, why don't we talk somewhere else?"
Are you ready to find a place where you can be tortured and served?
Seeing Xiu Meng making a gesture of invitation, Fu Qian thought to himself, and the next moment he refused.
"Sorry, I'm still waiting for lunch. Let's chat here."
Just kidding, I still need to observe patient feedback through Yuan Fang. Following this person will delay a lot of things, and the mission may directly fail!
As for what Mr. Xiumeng wanted to talk about, Fu Qian probably had an idea of what he wanted to talk about.
As a mature leader, due to the battle of loyalty, the probability of members being involved in danger is extremely small, especially at this special moment.
The only possible reason why the hunting team stayed here and did not leave is that although there was a problem with Logan's treatment plan, they still did not give up and wanted to continue looking for a solution.
Being a mysterious person, he is suspected of knowing some unspoken secrets.
"You don't seem to understand your situation..."
The rejected old man Xiumeng narrowed his eyes slightly and did not hide his displeasure at all.
"The reason for having this conversation is just because I don't want to waste material."
He was quite aware of the bad things he had done before. Without any nonsense, he took out another flame charm and crushed it casually.
Almost at the same time, the familiar feeling of confinement in space enveloped Fu Qian's whole body.
Sorry, I had something to do last night, so the plan to add another chapter was not completed, but if everything goes well, this dungeon will be finished soon.
